She’d checked her inhibitions at the door when, almost a week and a half ago, she’d gone with Carter back to his place from the bar. Ever since then, they’d played sexy games with each other, trained with their teams for the big charity event kickoff and pretty much lived in limbo the way she had been for the better part of the past year.
The only difference was that Carter was with her now.
He put the SUV in gear, and at first she tried to keep up with the turns he made but soon realized she didn’t know Park City or its surrounding area as well as she thought she did. He had some blues music playing on the radio, and the heat was cranked up, so she wasn’t cold.
“Can I get a hint about this place?”
“You’re going to be cold at first, but then you’ll warm up and be hot and wet,” he said in a deep, husky voice.
The images that came into her head were of the two of them kissing and making out in the little clearing where he’d taken her on New Year’s Day. She still remembered that kiss in the snow and how it had changed everything for her.
“I get the cold, but hot and wet? Give me another hint.”
“It’ll feel like the Caribbean,” he said. “But we’re not flying anywhere.”
He really wasn’t helping her to figure out where they were going. “I guess I’ll have to wait and see. What will we be doing there?”
“Something daring from your resolutions list,” he teased.
“I hope it’s not a cheese tasting,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “I told you I’d start eating cheese when I’m ready.”
He laughed. “No, not at all. That’s one thing I’m happy to let you explore on your own.”
Not cheese. She had put “try something new” on her list, but she had no idea what it would be. She racked her brain, thinking hard...then inspiration struck. It was something Elizabeth had mentioned just the other day. So why not borrow a page from her book?
“Carter, have you ever heard of picking a word for the year?” she asked. “Kind of a resolution, but more an attitude thing.”
“I haven’t, but it sounds intriguing,” Carter said. “What word would you pick?”
“Something about returning to myself. But that sounds lame-o, doesn’t it? Something better—maybe rejuvenate? Great, now I sound like a spa. What about you?” she asked. Surely he’d have an idea of something that might help her come up with a better word.
“Different,” he said.
“Different? How?” She couldn’t see how he’d done anything different this year from the years before. Except that he had retired from amateur snowboarding and had entered the professional realm.
“Just my attitude. Experiencing things that I wouldn’t have before,” he said. “I’m not sure how else to explain it.”
She reached out and fumbled until she found his thigh and squeezed it. “I like it when you let me see the vulnerability behind that big ego of yours.”
He put his hand over hers and squeezed. “That’s your imagination, gorgeous. I’m always confident.”
“Really?” she asked, but then chided herself. Of course he was. He hadn’t fallen. He wasn’t flawed and scared the way she was. He was decorated with his tattoos and his badass, can’t-be-stopped attitude. In a way she resented him for that strength, but she knew that really she wanted it for her own. She wanted to claim it and find her way back to the top of the mountain instead of being on the bottom in a crumpled heap.
“Yes, really. If I feel myself slipping and doubt starts creeping in, I immediately push it out. I do the same with most of my emotions.” There was a pause. “Well, the ones I can’t control,” he qualified.
She realized she was asking him questions she never would have if she wasn’t wearing the blindfold. There was a freedom at not being able to see. It kind of made her forget her fears. In the dark she could divulge her secrets and ask him about his.
“What kind of emotions?” she asked softly. “I mean, I’m the Ice Queen, but even I can’t keep my emotions locked up forever. That’s why I don’t usually get involved with anyone.”
“That makes sense. It’s easier to control them when you just don’t experience it. But I have a quick temper and am passionate about a lot of things, so every day if I’m not careful I can be up and down.” He tightened his grip on her hand. “That’s one thing I like about you, by the way,” he said.
“That I make you calm?” she quipped. “Must be my icy powers spreading.”
“Nah, you make me want to impress you, so controlling my emotions is easier when I’m around you.”
She liked that. Liked that she had an influence over him. Seemed only fair, since had a huge influence over her. She wasn’t sure when it had happened but suspected it was that first day he’d taken her to the sledding hill. It made her feel as though, despite the way their relationship had started, it might have the seeds of something that could last. Ah, she hadn’t seen that coming, but she did want this to last.
More than she dared to admit.
* * *
CARTER PULLED INTO the parking lot of the Homestead Crater near Park City. He’d seen this place on the internet a few weeks ago and had decided it would be a nice surprise for Lindsey. The past several days with her had been great, but most of the time he’d felt as if they were both working on getting her back on the slopes or training their teams. There was no time to just hang out and enjoy each other.
And he really wanted the chance to do that.
He turned off the engine and leaned over to kiss her. She’d been sitting there with the blindfold on, boldly asking him questions and sharing bits of herself that she normally wouldn’t have. He had to remember that the blindfold seemed to work like some sort of truth serum where she was concerned.
“We’re here, Linds.”
“Great,” she said, reaching for her blindfold.
She pulled it up over her eyes, and he was close enough that he saw her pupils dilate in the light. “Where’s here?”
“Homestead Crater.”
“I’ve never heard of it,” she said, looking around the parking lot. “Looks like a hotel.”
“It is. We’re going to snowshoe to the crater, where they advertise ninety-five-degree water.”
“Sounds like fun, but I don’t have a bathing suit,” she said.
“I brought one for you. I don’t suppose you feel like changing in the front seat?” he asked casually. “I won’t look.”
“Somehow I’m not buying that. I’m sure they have a facility in the hotel.’
“It won’t be as much fun,” he said. “What if you put the blindfold back
