but I tamped them right back down.
Still, my breathing quickened when I caught sight of him unfolding his long, lean body out of the small hatchback. Micah said something I didn’t catch, and Kai threw his head back and laughed, exposing his straight, shiny white teeth. As far as teeth went they were pretty spectacular, if you were into things like that. Which I wasn’t. Just being observant.
Then there was his hair – too-long, surfer-style, wavy, a blond that made his tan more prominent. Where he got a tan in winter was beyond me, but while it had faded at Cedarwood it had never disappeared entirely. And maybe it was all the yoga, but he moved differently to most men, he sort of drifted forward.
“You absolute stalker,” Amory whispered in my ear, making me jump in fright.
“I am not…”
She grinned and her face was transformed back into that of my beautiful, vivacious friend. “Listen,” she said, lowering her voice, “why don’t you stop pretending? You’re the biggest advocate for love, yet you spend your life waiting for it to happen to you when really you should be a big girl and help it along…”
I opened and closed my mouth like a fish out of water. “I’ll happily help it along if I find the right man.”
She leaned so close I could see her pupils dilate. “Kai is pretty perfect. But you’re never going to find out with your nose pressed against the window.”
“Good advice.” My voice was heavy with sarcasm. “Why would I hook up with someone who’s working in another part of the country? That has disaster written all over it in big fat capital letters.”
“Yet you offer to employ Cruz just like that. Kai could easily work here, and we are advertising for staff. You need a project manager for the chalets. Just saying…” She held up her hands when I went to protest.
“And…” she said, and I knew she had something up her sleeve. She flounced past me and sat on the desk. “Didn’t you give Micah this exact kind of advice when Isla was going to leave Cedarwood? And now look… they’ve found a solution. I’m sure you can.”
I sighed. “That’s all well and good for them, Amory, but there is one little problem. They both liked each other. Kai and I are not like that. We’re friends.”
“Sure you are!” She rolled her eyes. “And what about that other guy? He was keen for a date and you’ve done absolutely zero about it. You accuse me of being scared, but I think you’re the one who’s scared…”
I frowned. “Timothy? You know, Amory, I was once so madly in love with Timothy, the sound of his name would provoke hazy-eyed rapture. But he’s carrying more baggage than Louis Vuitton himself, though he tries to hide that behind that saucy smile of his. He’s really on the rebound, if you ask me. The split from his wife is pretty recent, and I kind of can’t forget he married her about two seconds after I left town.”
“Ancient history, everyone changes. And you can cry busy your entire life and end up alone. When anyone mentions Kai, however, your eyes light up like that Rudolf figurine over there.”
I really was busy! And while Timothy had made it clear he was interested, I still wasn’t sure. In my heart of hearts, I was hoping things would change with Kai, but would I be brave enough to say anything? Probably not, because the moment we’d shared hadn’t come up between us. It must have been that forgettable. At my age, when everyone was scrambling for love, commitment, their version of happy ever after, shouldn’t I be acting more proactively about my future? It was easier to dither along, and hope the sun would shine one day soon and make it blindingly obvious.
I hesitated, Amory reading my facial expressions as well as if they were her own. “Start with hello.” She grabbed my shoulders and marched me to the door.
When Kai caught sight of me, he gave me a slow smile that lit up the bright blue of his eyes. It was enough to make my heart pound. Really, I was a bundle of nerves. “Clio…” He held out a hand.
Behind me Amory hissed, “Ughay imhay!”
I turned and shushed her, whispering, “Pig Latin, Amory, really? Am I a child?”
She giggled. “Sometimes. Hug-the-damn-man!”
I blanked my face and trudged over, grabbing his outstretched hand, and pulling him in for a hug. Happy now, Amory? I was so focused on shutting her up that it took a moment to realize I was lost in the comfort of his arms – too long, I stood there, possibly murmuring to myself. He smelled so good, like hopes and dreams, and… Get a hold of yourself!
I extricated myself, apologizing profusely.
I glanced at Amory and she rolled her eyes again before reaching past me to shake Kai’s hand.
“Hi, Kai, so great to meet you properly at last. I hope you got in OK.” She smiled and then turned to Micah. “Sorry to bug you as soon as you’re back, Micah, but can I get a hand for a minute? I need some help moving one of the tables into the salon…” She didn’t make eye contact with me, the little minx. There was zero need to move any table, and she knew that full well.
“Sure,” Micah said affably. “Chat later, Kai.” They shook hands and Micah jogged up the porch, to move a table that didn’t need moving.
We stood awkwardly, our eyes cast to the snow-covered ground. Words suddenly escaped me. How ridiculous, acting like a dumbstruck teenager at thirty-three years of age. It’s not like we’d even seen each other naked, or had anything to be shy about. So, we’d locked lips. Big deal! I stared him full in the face, forcing myself not to look away, proving I could be the mature adult I was. I did my best I’m totally together impression and hoped he’d read my true feelings.
“Are you OK, Clio?” he frowned, concern clouding his eyes.
“Yes, why?”
“You haven’t blinked once.”
My lips twitched with laughter. Maybe my totally together impression needed a little work.
He gave me a bemused smile, or at least I think it was bemused – he might have been searching for an escape route. I certainly was.
“Shall we go inside?” He wiped a thick layer of snow from my shoulder. God, the poor Australian in him was probably freezing to death.
“Yes, let’s get you warmed up by the fire. Get those wet clothes off you.”
This time he really laughed, a full-bellied sort and said, “Have you been drinking?”
“No, why?” Scatterbrained fool!
“Nothing, let’s go inside. I can dust off my coat on the edge of the porch.”
Oh, he thought I’d meant get all of his clothes off! Did he? I wanted to die.
“Yes, of course.”
I led him inside, and he hung his jacket on the coat rack in the mudroom, before joining me in the front parlor. “Wow, Clio, look at this place now.” When he’d left, the lodge had been finished but not fully furnished, and most of our décor had still been in transit. He hadn’t seen any of the completed rooms
