The ATV guy smiled at her as she approached.
“Are you the tour guide?” she demanded.
The smile fell from his face. “Unless you don’t want me to be.”
She sighed. What was this. Was he fishing for acceptance? Needy. “I’ll give you fifty bucks to leave those two behind,” she told him, gesturing at the kissy faces.
“W-what?”
“A hundred dollars to tell them the tour is full and all the ATVs are broken down but mine.”
The guy removed his sunglasses and cocked his head, wearing a deep frown.
Oh criminy. He was hot.
“You’re married, right?”
“Ummm.” He pulled his left glove off and showed her his naked hand. “Nope.”
“Girlfriend? Please for the love of God, say yes.”
He scrunched up his face, and his dark eyes looked even hotter somehow. “No?”
“Situationship?”
“I don’t even know what that means.”
She shook her head. “Seriously?” She kicked a snow drift and walked toward the check-in office.
“What did I do?” the guy called behind her.
“Oh, happy UnValentine’s Day, let me orchestrate an unromantic adventure for you, Moira, only I’ll make it a couple’s retreat with Smooch and Handsy over there,” she griped, gesturing once again to Birdie and Lance, who were staring at her with troubled looks now. “Don’t look at me! Look at each other!”
Lance and Birdie dropped their gazes and gave each other looks, but whatever.
“Where are you going?” the tour guide asked.
“To check-in, or who knows, maybe I’ll just go jump off that rock ledge over there.” She stomped on a miniature snow man someone had built, but the stick arm snapped upward and whacked her in the leg.
“Don’t you need a jacket?” the hot single ridiculous man called.
“I don’t need a jacket. I’m not weak like you little fragile humans.”
“Whoa!” Birdie called and now the little cretin was jogging her way.
“No. Close enough,” Moira said, holding her hand up. “Keep your airborne STDs over there.”
“I don’t have any STDs. You’re a shifter?”
Moira pulled on the office door, but it seemed to be locked. “What’s it to you?” She rattled it again, but it didn’t give an inch.
“You check in with me,” Hot Tour Guide called. “I’ve already locked up.”
Moira stared at the sky and closed her eyes for a three-count. She should just go back to the cabin, but when she turned for the shuttle, the thing was already creeping up the icy winding road and away from them.
“What if I have to pee?”
“You’re a shifter,” the guy said.
