“I did indeed.” I walked over to the coffeepot to pour myself a cup.
“So, give me the scoop. Come on!” She was done playing games with me, and it was hysterical.
“The scoop? On what?” I teased.
She slapped my arm gently. “Come on!”
“What do you want to know?” I asked. I wasn’t sure what to say really. I had an absolutely wonderful night, with a wonderful man, who lives a thousand miles away from my house. That was the truth of the matter.
“You two seemed cozy last night,” she said.
“We went for a walk, and then we talked out by the gazebo for a while. We had a really nice evening.”
“And?” she pleaded.
“And what?”
?
??Did you kiss him? You kissed him, didn’t you? Give me all the details!” she demanded.
“A lady never kisses and tells,” I replied coyly.
“She tells her sister dammit!”
I couldn’t help but to laugh. Robin was on the edge of her seat, she was dying for information, and I couldn’t deny her any longer.
“We kissed. Under the mistletoe in the gazebo. It was like a movie, Robin. It couldn’t have been a more perfect moment in time. But it doesn’t mean anything—I mean, come on.”
“What do you mean it doesn’t mean anything? Of course it means something. That’s Jason frigging Hayes, Samantha! He’s only the most eligible bachelor in Friendship. And you had a little Christmas kiss with him under the mistletoe. That’s something,” she insisted.
“Robin, I live a thousand miles away. It was just a kiss.” I was lying to myself. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a brand-new Christmas memory. For the first time in a long time, the idea of a Christmas memory made me smile.
“It’s never just a kiss,” she said.
“Well, this time it was. It can’t go anywhere. I’m going home right after Christmas. To Florida, where I live. You remember? Palm trees, sunshine, a distinct lack of snow?”
“Uh-huh. Whatever, Sam. You can tell yourself that all you want, but I know you.”
“What does that even mean?” I asked, intrigued.
“It means that you don’t go around kissing people at random. And especially not at Christmas. It’s a goddamn Christmas miracle!” she exclaimed.
“Oh my God, Robin, shut up.”
“It’s a blessing. Like the baby Jesus,” she teased.
“I cannot even believe we’re related,” I said, rolling my eyes dramatically. She was cracking me up to be honest, but I wasn’t going to give in.
“Oh, we are related. And I know you. Better than anyone else. You like him,” she said, quite matter of factly.
“I can’t deal with you right now.” I started to laugh.
“Oh, but you can. And you will. Because I’m your sister, and you’re stuck with me,” she said in singsong fashion.
“Good lord.” I let out a small giggle. “I’m going to shower. What’s on the agenda for today?”
“Today, we are lounging. I’m done with work through the holidays, and the girls have their concert tonight. So, tonight will be about those shenanigans. But until then, we have no obligations whatsoever, which pleases me to no end. That work for you?”