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Secret Crush of a Chalet Girl
Lorraine Wilson
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Thanks as always to the lovely team at Harper Impulse and also to my husband for believing that cocktail tasting at very nice hotels was essential for the writing of this book!
“So, what’s that you’re reading?”
Tash’s voice pierced Sophie’s happy bubble like a razor slashing a party balloon.
“Just a book.” Sophie shifted on her bar stool, inching the Kindle screen away from Tash’s line of sight.
Tash slid onto the cow-skin bar stool next to her and didn’t seem to pick up on Sophie’s irritation at being disturbed.
“You’re early.” Tash swiveled towards her. “We’re not meeting until eight.”
“I wanted a bit of time alone,” Sophie replied.
Fat chance of that around here, or in the dorm room at Chalet Repos, or…anywhere for that matter.
Privacy was the only luxury in short supply in Verbier.
“Me too, those kids were making a right racket back at the chalet. I wish Scott would make it an adults-only chalet.” Tash grimaced.
Sophie sighed heavily. Time to relinquish her vain hope for a bit of peace and quiet. There was no stopping Tash if she’d decided she wanted to talk to you. Things were certainly…difficult back at Chalet Repos, for more than one reason. But it wasn’t anything she wanted to talk to Tash about.
“So, what are you reading Ms. Trent? Why don’t you want to tell me?” Tash had grabbed Sophie’s Kindle before Sophie could stop her.
Sophie glared at Tash, who scrolled through the pages on-screen, a delighted smile on her face.
“Ooh, it’s a romance. I didn’t know you were into these bodice-rippers.” Tash’s cat-like eyes gleamed, reflecting the bar’s tea lights. “So, what page are the dirty bits on?”
“Ssh,
