“Abby.”
“I’m just going to walk.” I barely make it three steps before he skis up beside me, sweeping me into his arms.
I let out a yelp as he chuckles. He’s still moving, so I have no choice but to wrap my arms and legs around him.
“This is a dumb idea,” I grumble against his ear.
“I think this is the best idea I’ve had in a long time.” He smacks my ass.
I don’t even know how he’s moving us down the mountain right now because he seems to be looking at me more than the terrain in front of us.
My attitude starts to blow away with the breeze whipping across our faces. I relax into his hold. It’s a little scary flying down a mountain blind, but I trust Wyatt.
This is probably the safest I have ever felt while skiing. Somehow, being in his arms has all my worries fading away. He has me, and that’s all that matters.
As I stare into his eyes, a realization slams into me.I’m in love with him.
I’ve been falling for a while now, but there’s nowhere else for me to fall when he’s ingrained in every fiber of my being. He’s a part of who I am.
I want to say the words, but I don’t. Still, there’s a glimmer of something in his eyes that makes me think maybe he feels the same way.
Our speed starts tapering off as we reach the bottom of the hill, and he finally comes to a stop. I could climb down, but I don’t want to be anywhere other than in his arms.
I kiss him because what else are you supposed to do after you realize you love someone? It might not be the right time to tell him, but I can dothis.
I can show him through this kiss how I feel.
The kiss doesn’t last long, but when we pull apart, I feel like my soul has been permanently altered.
“Abby, Wyatt.” Kane’s voice jerks us out of the little bubble we were in. “Are you guys okay?”
Wyatt sets me back on my feet but keeps one of his arms wrapped around me. Maybe it’s because he wants to make sure I don’t topple over, or maybe he can’t bear the thought of not touching me in some way right now.
Maybe I’m not the only one who felt the earth shift beneath us during that kiss.
“We found your skis sliding down the slope,” Linc says, pointing over his shoulder where all of their equipment is leaning against a fence.
“I crashed and lost my skis,” I explain.
They both take an abrupt step forward, bumping shoulders in the process.
“Are you okay?” Kane asks.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“You sure?” Linc asks.
“Just upper back hurts a bit,” I say.
“We have some Advil in the truck,” Linc says, eyes roaming over me.
Usually when he does this, it feels like he’s undressing me. Right now, it’s like he’s taking me in little by little to ensure I’m really here and all in one piece.
I could argue and say that I don’t need any, but what would be the point? Linc is as stubborn as they come, especially when it comes to taking care of me.
My eyes move between Linc and Kane. The second realization of the day slams into me like a freight train.I’m in love with them, too.
I love all these men. They make me a better person. They make my life richer and… just more. In no way is the connection I have with any of them identical, but they all burn as hot in my heart.
