Forever Wild (The Simple Wild #2.5) - K.A. Tucker Page 0,20
his biceps before she moves her game piece. Along with a gingerbread house—what she keeps calling the pepperkake—Astrid brought a suitcase full of housewarming gifts, including an advent candle that is burning in the corner of the living room, an ugly little Christmas gnome that is supposed to bring good luck and is sitting next to Ethel’s raven and goose-wife carving, and several jars of edible things for Christmas Eve that I can’t identify and most certainly won’t eat.
But what excited Jonah most was the Swords and Shields board game that he and Astrid are facing off at now. It’s the same one they used to spend hours playing when he was young.
“Come on. Why don’t you sit down?” Jonah pats the space on the couch beside him. Not too far over, Björn snores softly in the reclining chair he seems to have claimed as his own. He hasn’t made any reference to last night’s intrusion, and I can’t decide if it’s because he wasn’t aware what he’d walked in on or if even Björn has an ounce of tact.
“They were supposed to be here forty-five minutes ago, and she’s not responding to any of my texts.” It’s dark. Far darker than anything they’re used to driving around Toronto’s brightly lit streets.
“Her phone probably died.”
“So then she’d used Simon’s phone.”
“Maybe his died, too.”
“Simon travels with battery packs.”
Jonah pauses in his move to give me an exasperated look. “I don’t know what to tell you, except they’ll be here. It’s a two-hour drive from Anchorage, it’s snowing, and they don’t know where they’re going, so they’ll be driving slow, but they’ll be here, Calla.”
I refocus my attention out the window, to the pitch-dark broken only by the white twinkle lights we stung around the porch. It’ll be a year tomorrow since Mom and Simon dropped me off at Pearson with my one-way ticket in hand. Sure, we talk and text regularly, and FaceTime often enough, but a screen can’t replace sitting across from real-life Simon while he sips his tea and doles out wisdom, and no matter how many times I inhale, I’ll never catch a whiff of my mother’s floral perfume through the phone line.
I knew I’d miss them when I left.
I didn’t realize how much.
Finally, I spot the dull beam of light, followed by two glowing orbs slowly moving up our driveway. My squeal awakens a dozing Björn as I rush through the living room to the door, throw on my bulky coat and boots, and charge outside. I slip and nearly wipe out on the snowy path as I rush to where the SUV comes to a stop.
“You would not believe the time we had at the rental place,” my mother exclaims in a flurry, sliding out of the passenger seat. “They tried to sell us an upgrade, and when we said we didn’t need an upgrade, they tried to downgrade us to a minivan—a minivan! On these roads!—because they didn’t have the SUV we requested. Can you believe that? Oh my gosh, I’m tired. Come here.” Mom ropes her arms around my neck and pulls me in tight to her. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you, too.” I return the long embrace, exhaling at the first hint of her perfume. It’s a bit like the nostalgia of coming home. “Looks like it all worked out, though?”
“Oh, this?” She waves a gloved hand at the BMW. “Well, yes, I suggested that if they can’t accommodate our reservation, they’d better give us the next best thing for the same price.”
“Your mother has a funny way of ‘suggesting’ things.” Simon pulls his knit hat over his balding head as he rounds the hood of the SUV. “I’m surprised we didn’t leave there in handcuffs. No matter, though. We’re here now.”
I dive into Simon’s lanky body, my eyes burning with overwhelming joy at having them both here after waiting so long.
The front door creaks open and Jonah climbs down the front stairs without a coat, his boots unlaced. “Susan, Simon, good to see you again.” He envelops my mother in a hug that makes her laugh with surprise and then reaches for Simon’s hand to give it a firm shake. “We’re happy you made it.”
“I’m used to more streetlights at night. I had my eyes peeled for a moose.” Simon pops the trunk.
“You’ll see one around here in the morning. Here, I got ’em.”
“They’re heavy,” he warns. “Susan packed.”
Jonah hauls two of the three suitcases out. “How’s this thing in