Angela Amman

Holiday Detour – The conclusion

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Continued from Part Eleven — or start at the very beginning with Part One. Thank you for your patience this year!

Margot spread her hands on the table in front of her, eyes resting on her wedding with a goofy grin that wouldn’t leave her face. Vance followed her eyes and traced the band with his finger.

“I guess I should be glad you didn’t toss this in the Mississippi, huh?”

“Don’t be melodramatic,” Margot said, still smiling, “I would have sold it and traveled the world.”

“Speaking of,” Vance started, his brow furrowed as he clicked around the phone nestled in his palm, “I don’t think we’re going to be flying out of here tonight.”

Margot didn’t bother to confirm his words. Emotional whiplash should have rendered her exhausted, but Vance’s news held the promise of a future she hadn’t been sure she believed in any longer. Adrenaline and contentment battled in her brain, but though she couldn’t stifle her yawn, she couldn’t imagine falling asleep either.

“Christmas in Chicago?” she asked. They’d been to the city in another lifetime, back before they flew across the country more frequently than they spent time at home.

“Maybe,” Vance said.

Margot recognized the noncommittal tone. “Or?”

“Well, I know we’re expected home at some point,” Vance said.

“Some point like tomorrow,” Margot said. “Christmas Eve and then Christmas, remember?”

“I know,” Vance said.


“Well, you asked what we were going to do, and I’ve actually been thinking about it a lot,” he said.

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear what he had planned.

“Do you remember Josh?” Vance asked.

“CPA Josh or cage fighter Josh?” Margot asked.

“CPA Josh,” Vance said. “Though I’m pretty sure cage fighter Josh gave that up about three years ago and went to the police academy in Atlanta.”

“So, why do I need to remember CPA Josh? Didn’t he disappear into some little town upstate?”

“Not exactly. Little town, yes. But it’s not too far from our place, actually. Drivable, for sure. On the water.”

The ease with which he spoke of their little apartment settled comfortably in her chest. “And Josh has something to do with what you want to do next?”

“He wants to open a finance firm. Small. Maybe firm isn’t even the right word. But he wants to help local businesses manage their money, and he needs help. He’s good with numbers, better than anyone I know, actually. But he’s helpless with all the rest of it, the tech, the promotion, the daily running of a business.”

“And we can do that,” Margot said. “We’re kind of fantastic at that.”

“We are, indeed, fantastic at that.”

“We’d have to leave Buffalo?”

“It’s an hour away, I think, we can map it out. Maybe we could commute for a while,” Vance said.

Margot thought about their apartment. She could barely picture what they’d put on the walls. The only thing she could conjure was the smell carried on Vance’s hair.

“Or maybe we could try something new,” she said, reaching to bury her face in his neck.

Vance’s eyes brightened. “I don’t want to make a decision without weighing all our options. But I had this idea that maybe we should ditch the return flight and just rent a car and drive over to this little town and see how they do Christmas.”

Surprising herself, Margot smiled and laced her fingers through Vance’s. “Let’s do it.”

“Really?” He asked, and for the first time in countless long months, she felt her stomach flip with excitement about the future.

“I think,” she said, slowly, “if we’re together, anywhere might feel like home.”

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Holiday Detour – Part 11

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Continued from Part 10 — or start at the very beginning with Part One!

Margot’s gut twisted at Vance’s exasperation. Ever since she’d seen his eyes, she hadn’t been able to keep up with her conflicting emotions, let alone the way his mood had bounced all over the place. His hands had warmed hers when he’d grabbed them, just like they had so many times since the first time they’d linked fingers in the chilly Buffalo air.

“I didn’t read through everything,” she said. “I was leaving for the airport by the time I got it, and then I just didn’t feel like dealing with them in public.”

She couldn’t understand why he was smiling.

“Well, could you take a minute and open them now?” he asked. “Maybe I should have done it this way in the first place, waited until we were together.”

“They’re in my bag. My checked bag,” she said.

He laughed. “Of course they are. Since when do you check a…? Never mind. I guess it doesn’t matter.”

“What do you mean it doesn’t matter?” Margot asked. “I think it matters! Our lives are completely changing.”

“Well, yes,” Vance said. “But not the way you…”

“Margs,” he started again, reaching for her hands. “I didn’t send you divorce papers. I sent you the papers for the sale of the company.”

Margot swore all of the blood in her entire body dropped into her chest and then climbed back into her face. Flaming red with embarrassment, she started to piece together what had happened. How could she have actually believed Vance would send over divorce papers by mail? She would have buried her face into her hands if they weren’t still clasped in her husband’s.

“The sale…” Her voice failed her.

“Yes! I finally found a buyer I thought made sense for us, and I had the papers drawn up as a kind of holiday surprise. You’ll need to sign off, of course, but since you’ve been talking about this for so long, I figured you’d be thrilled.”

“I would be… I am…”

“I also kind of figured you’d open the envelope and not assume I wanted to divorce you,” Vance said.

Margot felt her face get even hotter, though she hadn’t thought that was possible a moment before. “I can’t believe I thought that. Oh God, Vance, are you livid?”

She could see the combination of laughter and relief in his eyes as he pulled her off the chair and into his embrace. He held her face in his hands and kissed her, neither of them caring about the close quarters of the quickly crowding airport bar.

“I’m just still shocked that we could get tangled up in this kind of misunderstanding after everything else we’ve navigated together,” he said. “I mean, we run a pretty successful business.”

“Ran. We ran a very successful business,” she said.

“You haven’t signed anything yet,” he teased.

“I’d sign them right now if they weren’t buried in a plane somewhere,” she said. “Are you sure, though?”

“Of course,” he said, his lips pressing into her hair. “I let them know we’ll be available to consult for six months, but that anything they need from us has to be addressed in New York.”

Margot pressed her forehead against his chest and breathed him in for just a minute before leaning back to look into his face. She could see the certainty in his eyes, and she knew he was at peace with his decision.

“But what are we going to do?” She asked.

“I thought you’d have that planned,” Vance said, laughing.

“Part of me didn’t think you’d ever sell,” Margot admitted. “So I guess I didn’t have much of a plan.”

“Well,” Vance smiled. “I actually have a seed of an idea, but I’m not sure how you’re going to feel about it.”

to be continued

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Holiday Detour – Part 10

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So, it appears “Holiday Detour” took its own little detour, missing the Christmas exit, shooting past New Year’s, and careening dangerously close to Valentine’s Day. Let’s get this wrapped up before then, shall we?

Continued from Part Nine — or start at the very beginning with Part One!

Vance saw confusion in Margot’s eyes when she turned in her seat, but he couldn’t see any guilt lurking there. In his gut he’d known she wasn’t squirreling away time with the scruffy interloper skulking away from the table, but it’d still been surreal to see his wife sitting and having a drink with another man.

He tried to smile, shrugging in a way that didn’t feel exactly right. “I thought we’d have more of a ‘run into my arms’ kind of moment,” he said.

Her eyebrows arched nearly into her hairline.

He tried again. Apologies didn’t come easily, even when he wanted them to. “I guess it just looked differently in my head.”

“I know the feeling,” Margot said, and he tried to wrap his head around the weariness in her voice.

“Let’s start over,” he said, still unsure why she was looking at him like he might vanish into thin air. “Since fate threw us together when we were supposed to be apart, can I buy you a drink?”

“Fate apparently has a sense of humor,” Margot said.

Vance knew every nuance of her voice, could read them in her text messages and emails and the exhausted calls they squeezed in when they were on opposite sides of the country. He hadn’t expected to hear hurt and resignation in her voice when he’d realized they’d both been sidetracked in Chicago. Once upon a time, they would have looked at the coincidence as an adventure. Had they really grown so distant? And what did that mean for the papers he’d had his lawyer put together so carefully?

He dropped his bag at her feet and pulled the chair closer to hers before sitting. He’d been traveling long enough that his head throbbed from lack of sleep and the dehydration creeping through his body. Habit allowed him to reach for her water glass and gulp more than half of it down before she had the chance to protest. Relief crackled in his veins when he saw her smile, just a little.

“You never think about ordering your own water, do you?” Her words echoed with a sense of nostalgia, which confused him a little more, but he grasped at the small victory turning up the corners of her mouth.

“I didn’t even order our drinks yet,” Vance said, smiling back. “You can’t get mad about the water.”

He could see her struggling to hold back tears, and he reached down to grab her hands. “Margs. Did something happen? I thought this would be fun. Or at least as fun as a severe weather delay can possibly be.”

“Yesterday, I would have thought that, too,” she said, and his heart stuttered as her voice caught somewhere in her throat “But then you served me with papers, and I don’t know what to think anymore. And in a hotel? I don’t know. Maybe it’s better it happened there than at home…”

Vance felt torn between gathering her to his chest and trying to make sense of what she was saying. She’d seemed so unhappy for so long. She should have welcomed the news, even if she was initially surprised, but now she was near tears over it. His head swam. He drained her glass of water, wishing he could somehow start this whole conversation over again.

“What do you mean? I thought you’d want to know as soon as possible,” Vance said.

She pulled her hands back into her own lap, eyes wide with pain. “I just… I knew we were struggling to get back on the same path, but I never thought you’d be this cavalier about getting divorced.”

Vance’s tired brain felt pieces click into place, and he might have started to laugh if Margot’s eyes weren’t swimming with tears.

“Margot, did you even open the damn package?”

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Holiday Detour – Part Nine

holiday fictionContinued from Part Eight — or start at the very beginning with Part One!

Margot took a shallow breath and tested the idea in her brain: Vance was here, wandering the terminal, close enough that they could crash into one another like a romantic movie. A deeper breath and she might be able to wrap her head around it. Despite the way she’d been feeling about him for the past few hours — maybe the past few months if she was being honest — Margot felt relief flood her veins. Her fingers flew over her keyboard to let him know how to find her in the terminal bar.

Everything had always seemed less dire with Vance at her side, from road tripping to a bowl game their senior year to starting a business they had few qualifications to start. Even this ill-timed Chicago detour could be more like an adventure, at least it could if she forgot about the papers sitting somewhere in the belly of the plane sullenly sitting at the gate.

Adam shrugged, his smile showing the dimples she’d noticed while standing in line for coffee, a line that seemed to exist days in her past instead of mere hours. “I guess this makes me extra baggage.”

“No! Stay. We can all have dinner together,” Margot said, though she could hear the distraction in her voice as she dug through her bag to find the red lipstick she’d already turned to once that day for a boost of confidence.

“This is why married women are bad news,” he teased. “Husbands always seem to show up when you least expect them.”

“That’s not the only reason you should stay away from them,” she said. “Seriously, though, don’t feel like you have to disappear. Who knows how long we’ll be here. Besides, Vance and I are in the middle of…well…it’s complicated.” She cringed, wondering if she only wanted Adam to stay to let Vance know she wasn’t completely invisible to other men.

“No offense, Margot,” he began, his grin turning into a grimace at her words.

Margot prepared herself to be offended, as she always did when someone prefaced a comment in such a way.

“I’ve enjoyed chatting with you, but if I wanted to be in the middle of complicated marital situation, I would’ve just stayed married.”

Margot’s heart stuttered at his words, and part of her savagely wished he never would have sent her over a mini bottle of airplane wine. Her emotions were all over the place without offhand commentary from an attractive man who made divorce sound like an attractive option. Not to mention, having him quickly gulp down his beer and collect his backpack made her feel like she’d been engaged in something elicit rather than simply passing time during an unexpected situation.

She opened her mouth to try to explain her remark further, then snapped it shut. She’d spent over a year trying to explain and justify her feelings to her own husband with obviously disastrous results. She didn’t owe anything to this stranger except the beer she’d promised him she’d buy, no matter how charming he might be.

“Thank you for keeping me company,” she said instead, and the simple statement of gratitude coaxed genuine smiles out of them both.

“No problem,” he said. “Good luck with the complications, and fingers crossed that I see you on a flight later tonight.”

Before she could respond, his eyes shifted to a place over her shoulder. Margot didn’t have to swivel in her seat to know what had happened. She could smell Vance’s familiar soap, one she’d started buying for him well before she’d known she’d marry him, mingle with the overheated, fried food-infused airport air.

His hand on her shoulder felt like home, yet utterly surreal, and the hurt in his voice made her dizzy.

“Well, I can’t say this is how I pictured our unplanned reunion.”

…to be continued

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