Jenny Lopez Saves Christmas by Lindsey Kelk Read Free Book Online

bitter tone. She was still pretty fresh from her break-up. Well, not that fresh, but when you were a semi-supermodel you took rejection harder than most. ‘He was so great and smart and interesting. He was fun to be with, it wasn’t like he was just trying to get into my pants.’
    â€˜But he did.’ She shrugged, pulling her black woollen hoodie over her head and looking out of the window. ‘He got into your pants, he took those pants off, and then I think he did a bunch of stuff you can never tell your mom about, right?’
    â€˜Sadie, honey,’ I said, gritting my teeth and blinking into the strip lighting of the Holland Tunnel. ‘If he asked, I would burn my pants. All of them. I would spend the rest of my life pantless.’
    Sadie gave a short sharp laugh while I concentrated on not driving her into a wall or a passing truck and tried not to wonder, for the hundredth time since Joe had left my apartment the morning before, when he was going to call.
    *
    â€˜I am never getting back into that car with you!’ Sadie jumped out of the car and slammed it shut before I had even turned off the radio. ‘Ever!’
    â€˜Good,’ I shouted back, opening the car door and stretching my legs, feet crunching into a good foot of fresh snow. I didn’t even register how cold it was − anything was better than spending another second in the car with her. ‘Because I’m not driving you anywhere, ever again. You can find your own way home.’
    She flung the back passenger door open, grabbed her bag and made an angry grunting sound as she hurled it up onto her shoulder. I should have known better than to agree to a road trip with a model who was so temperamental she made Naomi Campbell look a bit boring. Sadie had a foul temper when she was pissed. The first time I met her she’d torn up a hotel room because her boyfriend had dumped her, so what on earth had possessed me to try to talk through her relationship issues and suggest that her parents’ divorce might have affected her ability to form lasting bonds with men when I was trapped in a compact car with her for six long, icy hours?
    Truly I was a slave to the process.
    â€˜Where are the keys? It’s freaking freezing out here,’ she spat, sprinting up the steps to the house and kicking at Erin’s beautiful front door.
    It seemed that her adorable bobble hat and cute little ski jacket weren’t nearly as warm as they looked. I, on the other hand, grew up upstate and knew winter was no laughing matter. Yeah, my coat looked like a sleeping bag, and sure, these hiking boots were the least stylish thing to grace my feet since I was forced to wear a pair of Old Navy flip-flops when I forgot my Havaianas at the beach last summer, but at least I was warm. Erin’s house was way up in the Finger Lakes and there was no way the mercury was pushing up past zero. The house itself was beautiful, a gorgeous gabled roof with huge windows that I couldn’t wait to stare out of while holding a spiked hot chocolate, but if I was honest, I was enjoying staring at the ass-faced looking girl with the chattering teeth even more.
    Let her cool off, I thought as I took in the rest of the scenery. A porch wrapped all the way round the front of the house looking out onto the frozen lake, and the bedrooms at the front had their own little deck, complete with hot tub, just as Erin had promised. It looked like a storybook house, the kind a little kid might draw. All it needed was a tree, some tunes and several more people. With just the two of us, all it reminded me of was the house in
The Shining
.
    â€˜Isn’t it beautiful?’ I asked, dragging my suitcase up the steps and rifling through my purse for the keys. There was no point in dragging out an argument when we were the only people for miles around. Even if I was totally in the right. ‘Hell of a lot nicer than your average manger, anyway. And not a