He smirked. “Sorry I ruined the mood. Tomorrow night, you, me, and that hot tub.” He pointed outside to the balcony.
I grinned, leaning forward and captured his mouth in a kiss. Pulling away, I met his gaze. “Tomorrow night.”
Desire flashed across his face and I knew without a doubt that twenty-four hours from now I’d be having the hottest sex of my life.
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Eleven
We’d just got to the bottom of the ski hill and I had a light dusting of powdered snow on my jacket. Angela and I’d gone to Wal-Mart on the way into town and had gotten snow pants, jacket, gloves, and goggles for under a hundred bucks.
Cody cut his snowboard to the side and pulled off his goggles. “Damn, Hailey, where did you learn to shred like that? You’re awesome.”
Ethan pulled in behind him. I’d been the one to get to the bottom of the hill first. Where did I learn to shred?Private lessons in Aspen.
I dodged the question. “Thanks, man, I love skiing.”
Angela came down the hill next, screaming for dear life.
“I’m going to die!” she shrilled.
“Make a pizza with your skis!” I reminded her. It was our fourth run down and Angela had let slip on the drive up to the mountain that she’d never skied before. Now I was giving her little lessons, but she was still scared of stopping.
She did as I asked and made the pizza with her skis, but still somehow managed to crash into the back of Ethan’s snowboard and take him down.
He growled at her before rolling onto his side.
“Sorry.” She winced from flat on her back, sprawled in the snow.
Then he laughed and we all laughed, because people wiping out and falling was funny shit.
Sebastian, Ethan’s shop manager, came down next, and right after him was Mr. Silent, the sexy firefighter James. I was pretty sure that Nick and his flavor of the month had run off to have sex somewhere.
“I’m famished,” Cody called out.
My stomach grumbled. Skiing burned like a million calories. No matter how much food you ate, you were always hungry on the mountain.
“Yes.”
Ethan unclipped his board after helping Angela up. “I could go for some hot chili right about now.”
Mmmm, chili.
Our little crew made our way inside the lodge, ditching our ski stuff to sit in the racks and get snowed on.
After I got a cup of chili, a side of mac and cheese, french fries,andhot chocolate, we found a table.
No one spoke for a good ten minutes. We just inhaled calories and carbs like it was air. One thing I loved about Ethan was that he was healthy. Dating a diabetic who constantly pounded candy and pie would bug me to the end of the earth. He was responsible with his diet, going for low carb and high protein, rarely sugar. His nightly dessert back at home was a small cup of fresh berries with yogurt.
Today he’d gotten a cup of chili and a cheeseburger wrapped in lettuce, no bun. When he took a swig of his diet coke my brain went to a completely irrational place after his blood sugar going too high last night.Wasit diet coke? I mean, the machine was labeled Diet Coke and I’d seen him dispense it …But what if one of these teenage stoners back there put the wrong soda in there?
Man, was I always this neurotic?
“Can I have a sip?” I asked on the sly. I could determine if it were diet or not, because that shit tasted nasty.
Ethan grinned, giving me a knowing look. “Relax. It’s diet.”
Busted.I feigned ignorance. “I know. I just want a sip, my hot chocolate tastes weird,” I lied.
