that she probably lived under a rock, at least in the car department, because she had no idea what kind of car that was—she said, “I left it in the garage.”
“Hey, Malik, you can come out now,” Rafe called toward the back of the apartment. “The sloppy joes are done, so help yourself. We’re leaving.”
“Catch you later,” Malik called back.
“It would fit in a normal-size garage, wouldn’t it?” Lucia asked as they went out the door, her initial idea of the vehicle changing from a sports car to some oversize SUV.
Rafe laughed, following her down the stairs. “You’re not into sports cars, hmm?”
She shook her head, walking toward her small SUV.
“A Honda CR-V,” Rafe said, identifying the model of her vehicle and going around to the passenger door. “Sweet. And I can see that you’re a skier,” he added, patting the ski rack on the roof of the vehicle.
“You’re now privy to my weakness,” she said, opening the door and flicking the switch to unlock the passenger door.
“You like to ski?” Rafe’s smile was even wider as he got into the car. When she nodded, he asked, “What’s your favorite run in the state?”
“Timberwolf,” she instantly said, “and then that nice, long, fast ride down Coyote Caper.”
“You ski Keystone,” he said. “Speed and altitude.”
She smiled at him. “In Summit County, altitude is the only thing you’ve got. Where’s your favorite run?”
While she backed out of the parking spot, he said, “I couldn’t name one favorite. Iron Horse Trail over at Winter Park is a good one. I like to get up to the top of Alberta Peak a couple of times a year.”
“I’m not familiar with that one.”
“Wolf Creek Ski Area,” he said. “And the prettiest run through timber in the state is there, too. Simpatico—and let me tell you, the name fits.” As he had done with the couch, he stretched his arm across the back of the seat. “Sounds like we need to make a ski date.”
“I don’t date,” she answered, the words so automatic they were out before she gave them any thought.
Without missing a beat, he said, “Good. If it was a date, you’d expect me to pay for the lift tickets—”
“I have my own Colorado Pass.”
“And rent you skis—”
“I have a new pair of Völkl skis.”
He whistled in appreciation. “It’s a good thing you don’t date, Lucia Vance. You’d be high maintenance.” The teasing quality in his voice took away any possible sting.
“You’d be surprised.”
Actually, Rafe was. She clearly skied a lot since she had a season pass that gave her access to all the ski areas in Summit County. And since she had named a couple of runs that came close to the kind of extreme skiing he preferred, she was clearly a good skier—make that an expert skier—something that increased her appeal a thousandfold. As for being high maintenance, she clearly wasn’t. Not from her modest SUV to her shiny, nearly black hair that she wore in a no-fuss ponytail. Her nails were cut short, and given her choice in careers—plus her interest in skiing—he figured she was a tomboy, not a high-maintenance, frilly woman.
This woman, he thought, would be easy to fall in love with. Even though she didn’t date. Maybe especially because she didn’t date.
She pulled the vehicle to a stop at the traffic light a couple of blocks from the apartment. “You need to provide some direction for this shopping expedition,” she told him.
“I’m thinking we should head for Citadel Mall,” he said. “I think my niece would like one of those made-while-you-watch teddy bears.”
Lucia smiled. “And here you wanted me to think you didn’t know what you wanted to get.”
“It got you to agree to come with me.” He waited a beat until she took her gaze off the traffic and looked at him. “Now tell me why it is that you don’t date.”
She looked away, worrying her lower lip with her teeth. Her focus on the traffic kept her from looking at him, but she didn’t answer right away. Figuring her answer would be more interesting and hopefully closer to the real reason if he didn’t push, he waited, fascinated by the way her fingers tapped the edge of the steering wheel.
“Three older, overprotective brothers,” she finally said.
“And their names, just in case they come looking for me—”
“Which they won’t because we aren’t dating.”
“Humor me,” he encouraged, wishing she’d look at him again.
“Travis, Peter and Sam,” she said. “In that order.”
“Why else?”
She shrugged. “Nothing. Just big brothers who like to think they know what’s best for me.”
He figured there had to be more to her not dating but let it go, returning to the safe topic of skiing and the merits of various ski slopes throughout the state. In the process, he learned her family had a condo in Breckenridge. By the time they had reached the teddy bear store, she had also revealed that she had a soft spot for stuffed animals. He paid attention to the ones she picked up before handing him a soft brown traditional-looking bear, tucking that information away for use at some future time.
They spent the next half hour going through the ritual of placing a satin heart in the bear’s chest before stuffing it and picking out accessories.
By the time they were finished making the purchase, it was after seven and time to head for the prayer service.
“I don’t expect you to come with me,” Lucia told him. “I can’t impose on you.”
“Why not?” Rafe asked from the passenger seat of her SUV. “I imposed on you to go shopping.”
“That’s different.”
“I don’t see how,” Rafe said, figuring this was a chance to meet at least a couple of her brothers. If they were as overprotective of her as Lucia indicated, the sooner he crossed that hurdle, the better. That he was even thinking so was an indication he was getting in deep already. He had known her slightly more than twenty-four hours but already knew they had shared values and shared interests. If she thought he’d be turned off by going to church with her, he also needed to put that to rest. “Let’s put it this way, I want to come with you.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.” As she put the car in gear and eased slowly through the parking lot, he watched her, absorbing everything he could about her in the dim light. Her skin was fair, a sharp contrast to her dark hair and eyes. Tendrils of hair had come loose from her ponytail. One day, he’d wrap one of those around his finger
