Baylor rises, looking down at his phone. “We prefer the bar Heights.”
I roll my eyes as I tuck my injured wrist carefully beneath my sleeve. “I’m sure the guys wouldn’t mind trying out a new place.”
“Guys?” Shaun asks.
“You know they would.” Baylor finishes a text and saunters around the table, grabbing both of our boards from the holding rack. “Henry’s asking where we are. Let’s go.”
I’m not sure if Shaun has been picking up on my subtle invite or my flirting for that matter, but I don’t want to wait around all day, wondering if he has. “Do you want to join me—er, us for a drink later?”
Shaun laughs. “Do you come as a package deal?”
“Well, no. But I’m here with my friends …”
Baylor shifts his weight impatiently next to me. Whatever look he’s giving Shaun must not be a good one based on the way his face pinches into a frown and he stands a little taller.
“I could meet you somewhere within walking distance of Heights instead?” I offer.
“No, no. I don’t want you walking around in the freezing cold just so I can see you again.” Shaun gives me a warm smile and shakes his head. “I’d love to have a drink with you. What time should I be there?”
My stomach flutters as I grin. I swat my good hand at Baylor’s chest, unable to tear my focus away from Shaun.
Baylor flinches when I make contact. “Ow.”
“What time should he meet me, Baylor?” I urge.
There’s a long silence. I don’t know if he’s not sure about the time we are planning on being there or if he doesn’t want to answer, but I presume the latter. I’m about to swat his chest again when he finally answers.
“Six thirty.” He releases the words through clenched teeth.
“Perfect. I’m off at six,” Shaun says, making more eye contact with Baylor than he does me.
My phone buzzes in my pocket for the third time since I got down the mountain on the back of Shaun’s snowmobile. I know every one of them has been from Henry, but I haven’t had a chance to answer until now.
“Okay, great! I’ll see you later tonight, Shaun. I gotta take this, sorry. Thanks again!” I say, holding my wrist up before answering my phone. “Hello?”
“You are alive,” Henry replies with a hint of annoyance. “I thought Baylor might’ve led you off a cliff or something.”
“Maybe I led him off one,” I counter.
His laugh is bright. “I considered that, buthetexted me back. What happened to you? You said you would be right behind me, and then you disappeared.”
“I’m sorry. I ran into a bit of a … hiccup.” I scan the tan bandage around my throbbing wrist. “I thought Baylor filled you in?”
He pauses. “He just told me he ran into you at the chalet. Did something happen? Are you okay?”
I peer over at Baylor curiously. He’s finishing some sort of weird handshake with Shaun—a much different interaction than they were having a moment ago. I narrow my eyes at him when he meets my stare.
“Oh. Yeah. Like I said, Henry, it was just a hiccup. I’m okay.”
“If you’re hurt and he had anything to do with it …”
And cue protective-brother mode.
“I said I’m fine! But I think I’m going to just hang out in the chalet the rest of the day. Drink some hot cocoa. Read a book on my phone. Maybe call my parents and catch up.”
“So, you are hurt.” There’s anger in his voice.
“It’s just a sprain. Nothing is broken.”
