“This will only be my second time,” she said. “The sleds belong to Greg. I’m sure he won’t mind if we borrow them.”
Exiting the carriage house, Morgan set hers on the snow. Tristan did the same.
Woof.Chester zoomed back and forth, barking loudly.
“Chester wants a ride. Can I put him on my sled?”
“Sure.”
The boy promptly scooped the pup up and carefully set him on top. Grabbing hold of the ropes, Morgan and her nephew trudged through the freshly fallen snow, making their way across the yard to the hill perched high above Lake Huron.
They reached the top and stopped. “This is it.”
“Whoa.” Tristan’s eyes grew round as saucers. “We’re going down this hill?”
“We are.”
“What if I can’t stop when I get to the bottom?”
Morgan lowered onto her sled and showed Tristan how to steer it. “The rope steers the sled. Pull it this way to go right and the opposite way to go left. If you feel you’re going too fast, throw your foot over the side and drag your boot in the snow to slow down.”
“Drag my foot,” Tristan repeated.
“Correct.”
A flicker of uncertainty flitted across his face. “Um…maybe you can show me first.”
Morgan shifted her gaze toward the bottom of the hill. Standing at the top, it appeared steeper than it had when she, Greg and Quinn had raced to the bottom. “It does seem steeper than I remember.”
Tristan’s shoulders slumped. “You don’t want to go sledding now?”
Noting the look of disappointment on his face and knowing there was no way she was going to let her nephew down by chickening out, Morgan squared her shoulders.
She silently reminded herself that her number one goal from the day she found out Brett had a son was to become the coolestaunt on the planet. One way or another, she was sledding down the hill.
Chapter 2
“That was a blast!” Tristan raced up the hill, leaving Morgan out of breath and trailing him to the top. “Can we go again?”
“You can go again,” she gasped. “I think I’ll sit this one out.”
Tristan hopped on. Beaming from ear to ear, he barreled down the hill, whooping loudly when he hit the bumps and became airborne. At one point, he was going so fast Morgan had to look away.
Mere inches from the frozen lakeshore, he skidded to a stop, snow flying in the air. Tristan jumped to his feet, waving his arms to let her know he was okay.
“Hey.” Morgan turned to find Greg walking toward her.
She waited until he got close. “Hey, Greg.”
“Good morning, Morgan. You decided to go sledding again.”
“Tristan has never been. I’m working on my awesome aunt of the year award and figured it would be good to get him out of the house. I hope you don’t mind that we borrowed your sleds.”
“Not at all. You can borrow them anytime you want.”
Tristan dragged the sled back up the hill.
“Hey, Mr. Greg…er…Greg.”
