sa felt the same way。 It was nine o’clock； but Hollis was still in a meeting with Streetscape execs over distribution for Rowing to Reykjavík。 She’d called him a few times； but the phone had gone straight to voice mail。
Vanessa had hoped they could spend some quality time alone； now that he was finally home； but he had such a crammed schedule of meetings and mandatory studio holiday parties and conference calls that they’d barely spent any time together。 In fact； they hadn’t even exchanged Christmas presents yet—unless you counted the several pairs of ugly wool socks he’d presented to her his first night back。 He said that they were the only thing that kept him warm in Iceland。 Vanessa was planning on giving him a framed photo of the dilapidated picnic table on his old roof。 She’d begged his old roommates for access； and had spent one chilly afternoon shooting it； recalling their first kiss。 But she hadn’t even had the chance to give it to him。 It felt like he’d only e into the apartment to dump his stuff and then leave again。 A collection of gray wool socks were balled up under the glass coffee table like nesting chinchillas； and a collection of coffee mugs were in a Stonehenge…like formation around the sink。 Huge stills from Rowing to Reykjavík were lined up along the hallway； blocking the way as they waited to be hung。
The elevator door finally slid open。 “Hey babe！” Hollis yelled happily。
“Hey！” she called out。 She tried not to let her annoyance show when she noticed the two skinny； goateed guys trailing behind Hollis。
“These are two Streetscape interns。 Josh； Randy； this is Vanessa。” The two guys trailed Hollis into the kitchen and stood there； not taking off their shoes or coats。 Instead of handshakes； they each offered Vanessa a limp w