Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
I say it with way more venom in my voice than I probably should. He squats at my feet and picks up the skis. “Pick up your feet.”
I pick up my right foot, and he snaps the ski into place. I shake my head. Why am I listening to him? “Wait! What are you doing?”
He smacks my leg, I raise my other foot, and he snaps the ski into place. He stands up, and I have to raise my head to look at him. “Uh, what’s happening?”
He shrugs. “Well, the way I look at it, I saved you, so you owe me one run.”
“Run?” I snort. “I’m not running anywhere, and can we get back to me owing you? I don’t owe you.”
He shrugs. “You’re right. You don’t owe me, but after seeing the way you were giving that couple dirty looks, you wouldn’t be open to me just asking you out. So I figure the only way I’m going to get to spend time with you is if you let me teach you how to ski.”
I open my mouth and close it again. Wait, did he just say he was going to ask me out? Did I fall and hit my head and don’t remember it? I hold my hands up. “You wanted to ask me out... like on a date?”
He nods.
I pull back and start to tumble again, and this time, he grabs me before I land on the ground again. He pulls me up and holds on to me, his hands heavy and hot on my hips. “Is this a joke?”
I barely get the words out when a cute blond woman skis up, stopping right next to us. “Levi, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I was hoping to get a lesson.”
I look at the trim, beautiful woman, and just by the way she’s standing here, not teetering, it’s obvious she doesn’t need any lessons. I smirk at Levi. “Well, it looks like you’ve been saved...”
Levi’s hands tighten on my waist. “Actually, I’m already full for today. Sorry, you may have to check with one of the other instructors.”
The woman rears back as if she can’t believe she’s been turned down. “But...”
Levi just smiles. “Sorry about that, but actually the rest of my week is full. But you can check up at the booth, and I’m sure you can get signed up with one of the others.”
He turns his body so that he’s on the opposite side of the woman and stands next to me. “All right, so to start...”
He continues to instruct me, telling me what I need to do to stay on my feet and to ski, but I’m having a hard time concentrating. Did that really just happen?
Chapter 4
Levi
She has no clue how beautiful she is. It’s that, or she’s been hurt before and probably recently. I saw the look she gave the kissing couple, and I’d do anything to make her smile right now. I don’t know what it is about her, but when I saw her coming out of the lodge, I knew I needed to talk to her. She’s beautiful with her long brown hair and curvy body. But she doesn’t act like she knows it. Of course, women throw themselves at me all day, every day, but the one I want is doing everything she can to get away from me.
“You could have gone, you know. I’m sure you can’t just turn away customers.”
She interrupts me as I’m explaining things to her. She looks so unsure, it sort of pisses me off. I mean, who hurt her? And where can I find him?
“I can turn anyone away that I want. Plus, I’m not stupid.” I gesture in the direction that Leann just went. “She didn’t want a lesson. She wanted something else entirely.”
“Oh yeah, what’s that?” she asks and then almost instantly, her face turns red. “I mean, forget it, I know what you mean.”
I laugh then because I can’t believe how timid and sweet she is. She’s nothing like the women I’m used to. “Tell me your name.”
It comes out like a demand, and I should apologize, but I don’t. I have a feeling that with her, I can’t be easy and laid back because she’s going to fight me the whole way. No, if I want her, I’m going to have to work for it.
“Georgina,” she says on a huff. “Look, this is nice of you and all, but I really think I’m just going to go back inside and work on a book, take a hot bath—”
“So you’re a writer?” I ask, not wanting her to leave.
She shakes her head. “No, I’m an editor.”
“Cool. So you can work from anywhere or do you have an office?”
Her forehead creases. “Anywhere.”
I nod, taking it all in. “So what brings you to Ski Mountain for Christmas?”