Chapter 64 : Skiing

*Shelby*

I was woken up by the sound of a car driving down the snow-covered drive. I turned over in the four-poster log bed, but the space next to me was empty. I slipped out of bed, my bare feet hitting the cold floor, and pulled the curtain back to see one of Michael’s black cars pulling up to the front of the house. Curious as to who was leaving this early, I made my way down the spiral staircase.

“Please have the jet fueled up and ready by the time my cousin arrives. She will be going back to New York today. She is not feeling well, so there can be no delays,” Michael spoke into the phone.

He was pacing back and forth in the kitchen, still in his pajamas.

“What is going on?” I asked, walking up to him.

He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me in close as he set his phone down on the kitchen counter.

“I had to set up the jet to pick up Lucille. Her headache has turned into the flu. She doesn’t want to stay.”

“Oh no, that is horrible. Is she going to be okay?”