“I don’t want you going down this slope. Let’s go.” I want to roll my eyes at myself.
Tillie laughs, and Noelle looks at me puzzled.
“You better be talking to Tillie,” Noelle says vehemently.
Tillie turns her head to Noelle. “Sorry, darling; no man speaks to me like that.”
You would think I would take the cue. No, not me. And why the hell is his arm still on her fucking waist?
“Noelle, I am not repeating myself.” God, it’s like I can’t control my feelings.
Noelle ignores me and looks back at the instructor and says, “So keep my knees bent?”
“Can you even ski, Noelle?”
Noelle sighs. “No, but I am really good at it.”
“‘Good at it’ is not enough. Let’s go.”
Her brows furrow. “No. I am good.”
I feel my emotions boiling over. “Remove your hand off my fiancée’s waist, or you will be picking it up off the ground with your other.”
Noelle’s eyes widen. “Did you just threaten this poor man?”
The poor man in question pouts. Like, what the fuck?
“I don’t make threats.” I shrug.
Noelle pulls her snow goggles down and bends her knees.
“Don’t do it!” I state.
“Screw you, Roman Voss.” Then she screams as she pushes forward and down the slope.
“Go, Noelle!” Tillie jumps and shouts.
I grimace at Tillie, then I drop the snowboard and step onto it.
Tillie and her boy toy’s conversation catches my attention. “They really need to fuck,” one instructor states.
“Agreed,” Tillie laughs.
The snow and the frigid air whip against my face as I hold my breath.
She was right; she actually was good at this. My heart drops when she hits something and begins to tumble. “Noelle!” I shout.
My voice echoes through the mountain, and fear pulses through me.
I flick my snowboard away as I see Noelle’s body face down in the snow. I run and fall to my knees.
“Oh my God, baby.” Dread hits my stomach.
I hear Tillie and the others coming behind me.
My hands hold her shoulders, and I turn her over slowly.
“Is she okay?” Tillie asks.
