Not now,” she said, but that was her own pride talking. She knew that she was infatuated with him. She’d typed his name into internet search engines, read every article on him and spent hours looking at pictures of him. Especially the one of him for the famous underwear designer. It’d be dumb to pretend she wasn’t already attached to him in some way.
“I can be too much,” he admitted. “But it’s only when I’m nervous. When I was a kid, before I found snowboarding, I used to drive my nanny crazy. Sometimes she’d have to take a day off just to keep me in line.”
That was interesting. “How’d that work?”
“I wanted her to come back. She was my companion whenever we travelled and I was homeschooled for a while so I missed her.”
“Why were you homeschooled?”
“I was a late reader,” he said. “Isn’t it funny how there is a PC term for anything that’s wrong with you?”
“I bet you were too physical to actually sit still and read,” she said. “Nothing wrong with that. And I’ll take PC over Ice Queen any day. I can’t believe Bradley called me that.”
“Well, it is sort of what the media calls you. But if you want me to defend your honor, I’ll challenge him on the slopes and humiliate him for you,” Carter said, reaching out and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “Just say the word.”
“I think we’re good,” she said with an uneasy laugh. She noticed that it was starting to get a little dark and she knew it was time to go, but she didn’t want to leave Carter. Not in the punch-drunk-love way but more in a tired-of-spending-all-her-nights-alone way.
* * *
CHASING HER WASN’T working exactly the way he’d planned, but Carter wasn’t going to argue with the results. Who knew that skiing would be the thing to bring them closer? In a way, that made perfect sense to him because it was the sport that had always been between them and it still was.
She’d been so focused on her skiing when they’d first met and now that she couldn’t ski anymore... Well, that hadn’t brought them any closer together.
“A group of people from Thunderbolt are in town and hitting a few of the bars tonight. Want to come?” he asked.
She gave him a long, level look. “Dang it. That’s on my resolutions list. I guess I’m going to have to.”
He knew she hadn’t put bar crawl on her list. It was the exact opposite of everything he knew to be true about Lindsey, but he also guessed she was tired of the space between them. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking on his part. He wanted her to need him.
Almost as much as he wanted her in his bed.
“I’ll pick you up at eight,” he said. He knew he should go, but instead he reached for her skis and put them over his shoulder with his own. “I have to return these...unless you want to take another run.”
“I was actually thinking about it. But I have to do it on my own.”
“I get it,” he said. “Let me trade these skis for my board and I’ll catch a ride up with you and then meet you at the bottom?”
She chewed her lower lip. For a minute he understood what she’d been trying to say to him earlier. She wasn’t in any position to think clearly about her future. In a way that was why he thought he had to strike now. She wasn’t going to want him when everything in her life was neatly sorted into boxes. He wasn’t going to fit, but he did now.
“Okay. Where’s your board?”
“I left it with your staff. Someone named Jeff,” Carter informed her as they walked to the main ski-rental building.
“He is a huge fan,” Lindsey teased. “He probably set up an altar and lit a candle around it.”
Carter had to laugh. “I doubt it.”
“I don’t. He talks about you and the half-pipe all the time. I guess your latest stunt has really gotten him. He’d probably love some pointers.”
It always floored him when he heard someone talking about his accomplishments as though they were special. He wasn’t being funny, but the stuff he did came naturally to him and always seemed just that little bit not good enough. “Maybe I’ll see if he wants to meet up.”
“He’d love that,” Lindsey said as they entered the building. Unfortunately the kid wasn’t there.
“Hey, is Jeff here? I need to get my board,” Carter said as Lindsey went behind the counter to talk to the other ski instructor.
“He’s going to be bummed you came back while he was gone.”
“Tell him I’ll stop by tomorrow... When does he work?” Carter asked. He found out and made a note in his phone to stop by. It wouldn’t hurt him to chat with the guy. He worked with Lindsey, so it might even help her to see that he was so much more than his bad-boy image.
“Ready?” he asked Lindsey when he noticed she was standing by herself with her skis.
“As I’ll ever be,” she said.
They walked to the ski lift and waited in line to take it to the top. He could tell she was nervous because she kept looking up at the mountain. All he really wanted to do was to hold her in his arms and tell her everything would be okay. But since this probably wasn’t the time or place, he searched his mind for something to distract her.
Then he grinned to himself. Humor. It worked every time.
“Oh, guess what, gorgeous? I’ve added a few things to my resolutions list. I might have to write a thank-you note to the resort for all the ways they are helping me improve.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “What did you add?”
“Kiss Lindsey on the ski lift.”
She wrinkled her nose at him. “That’s too bad, because I just don’t see that happening.”
“That’s odd. I totally do.”
She laughed, but as they got closer he noted she didn’t look worried anymore. When it was their turn, they both got on the lift.
“What was your best ski-lift ride?” he asked curiously.
“First time I was going up for a world event. I was so excited. I’d run the course in my mind and was so ready for it. You?” she asked.
This one. But he didn’t say it. There hadn’t been many times in his life that he’d done something without wondering what was in it for him. But this thing with Lindsey? Sure, it brought him closer to her and gave him a chance to tease her about kissing and intimacy, but it really was for her. She needed to be skiing, not teaching kids at a resort.
He knew that and had a feeling that she knew it, as well.
“Same. Right after I had this interview with a pretty girl and she gave me the cold shoulder.”
“I guess that was a common
