Back The Secret Santa
Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Part One
  4. Claudine
  5. Zara
  6. Henry
  7. Zara
  8. Zara
  9. Claudine
  10. Henry
  11. Zara
  12. Claudine
  13. Henry
  14. Zara
  15. Claudine
  16. Henry
  17. Part Two
  18. Claudine
  19. Henry
  20. Claudine
  21. Henry
  22. Claudine
  23. Henry
  24. Part Three
  25. Zara
  26. Claudine
  27. Henry
  28. Zara
  29. Claudine
  30. Zara
  31. Henry
  32. Part Four
  33. Claudine
  34. Henry
  35. Claudine
  36. Henry
  37. Claudine
  38. Henry
  39. Part Five
  40. Claudine
  41. Henry
  42. Henry
  43. Zara
  44. Zara
  45. Claudine
  46. Henry
  47. Claudine
  48. Zara
  49. Claudine
  50. Henry
  51. Claudine
  52. Henry
  53. Claudine
  54. Henry
  55. Claudine
  56. Zara
  57. THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING

I was right next to Claudine and saw every one of her face muscles clench. In the movie version of this story, the glass drops in slow motion—the shattering a metaphor of how her and Henry’s lives were about to explode the same way.

Then Henry called the five-minute break and the two of them left the room. The rest of us went to the bar. By this time the snow was coming down so hard, it felt like the entire house existed inside a snow globe. Like some child had taken the world and shaken it so hard, it was impossible to tell which way was up or down. As I was staring out the windows, Steve came up to me.

“You think Aspen is beautiful now,” he said, “you should see it in the spring and summer. That’s the favorite time of the year for us locals. Every hillside is a blanket of wildflowers, and the rivers are fast and strong from all the melted snow. Everything is green and lush. Even the breezes are sweet. Actually, there’s a listing I represent that just came on the market. A gorgeous five-bedroom that overlooks the Roaring Fork River. You should come take a look before you head back to California. I think you’d love it.”

He gave me his business card, then walked away. He was a good salesman. I mean, his tan was out of control but he wasn’t pushy the way Claudine was. There wasn’t the same air of desperation about him. And, honestly, I was a little more receptive to his pitch than I would have been just a half hour earlier, walking out of the screening room with Henry. Once Natalie unwrapped the statue and Claudine dropped her glass, a weird energy infiltrated the house. I almost opened up my ghost hunter app to scan the room. But instead, I headed to the bar to grab a drink. The other guests had been really quiet toward me so far. I figured Claudine told them to keep their distance. Polite, but not nosey. But with her and Henry out of the room, they started to get more brave.

“Where do you write your songs?” Louisa asked.

“What’s your favorite venue you’ve ever played?” Rashida asked.

“How do you protect your vocal cords?” Kevin asked, then Jerry asked again.

“What’s the fastest quick change you’ve ever done during a show?” Intense John.

“Are you still in touch with Liam?” Wow. Jules was brave.