Snow dusts his brown hair. “You doing okay? Parents aren’t getting to you?”
Because they keep whispering about me, and I’ve been steady in ignoring them.
“I’m fine.”
He brushes some snow off my back. “Not juggling too much?”
“No. I like keeping busy. Busy is good. Busy keeps me out of trouble.” Mostly.
Because there was that kiss with Adam, and God it was one hell of a kiss—slow and intense and sexy as fucking hell, and he barely touched me.
The promise to go slow with me has me more riled up than normal.
And all the time I’ve been spending with the guys isn’t making it any better.
Especially with how they keep checking on me.
Touching me casually. Teasing me.
Crowding me like being alone with either of them is going to cause some kind of big meltdown.
Greyson gives me a knowing smile. “Give it time. You’re a wave maker, Drew, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”
He winks, but I don’t get to unpack that before we have another round of kids to set up for a race.
Since everyone’s having fun, I move back and forth from the starting line to the finish line, encouraging them with cheers, holding the stopwatch and keeping track of the winners to send off their certificates.
Adam told me the blue ribbons might be too much. He was right. But I remember loving the ceremony when they handed those out.
Greyson coaxes a shy kid to give the competition a try, but when he’s got her at the starting line, talking her through it, I see a peek of confidence shine and she dives for it.
She doesn’t win, but when she gets to her feet, Greyson comes down to give her a thumbs up and gets a high five.
It’s really his time to shine.
When the races are over, we let them have free run of the hill and the ramps.
Dads come up to push some of the smaller kids.
I back off and watch, enjoying their fun but keeping myself separate from the parents gossiping.
As the kids peter off toward the cafe for hot chocolate, Greyson is back at my side with two sleds in hand.
“Bet I can beat you down the slope.”
I purse my mouth at him. He’d be faster, but I bet I can go further.
I take the sled from his hands and lean in. “You’re on.”
Unlike Gabe, who would jump into action and leave me in the dust, Greyson counts down from three.
And we’re off, barreling down the hill. I catch the ramp and go flying, screaming in joy.
Tumbling when I fall, I roll and collapse in the snow with a laugh.
Greyson tumbles with me, rolling over and taking me with him until we hit a snowbank.
He’s bracing himself over me, breathing heavy.
