I think having him involved will hurt the chances of making it a success. He’s an agitator and very controversial. I think we’d need to have someone who could keep him in line.”
“I agree. But he is sincere about this. He wants to get at least the date and the venue picked before the Thunderbolt Energy Games come here in January so he can promote it.”
“It is a good idea, but what’s in it for him?” she asked. “I’m trying to figure out his angle.”
“Believe it or not, I think his heart is in the right place this time,” he said. “Carter mentioned he got lucky but most sports were expensive, and snowboarding and skiing even more so when you factored in gear and lift tickets. I think his ultimate aim is to get skis and snowboards into these kids’ hands.”
She jotted down a few notes and then looked up at him with that clear blue-green gaze of hers. “Why not just give it to them?”
“I think he wants them to work for it. And I agree. I’m not a fan of just giving away gear. But if the kids compete and actually work to earn it, then I’d give them the keys to my shop.”
She nodded and nibbled on her lower lip as she made a few notes on her notepad. “Okay. I agree. What do you need from the lodge?”
“I think a venue for the event, but maybe some gratis time on the slopes for those who already know how to ski or snowboard leading up to the event and some lessons for those who want to try it out before the competition.”
“We’re talking about staff hours. How many lessons?” she asked. He noticed that she didn’t commit to anything at all, just kept fishing for information. He already respected her for the job she did, but now, seeing the inner workings of how she managed he was very impressed.
She had changed a lot from the girl she’d been in college, but it occurred to him there was still a lot about Elizabeth he didn’t know. He looked forward to peeling away more of her layers and getting up close and personal with the beautiful, confident woman she’d grown into.
“At this point I don’t know how many lessons we’re looking at. That’s the kind of thing we have to hammer out. I was thinking we need a steering committee made up of different players.” He paused. “I’m still waiting on my staff to find out who is interested in helping out and will volunteer their time. Tim is an okay skier so he can handle lessons, but he’s more recreational than top-ranked amateur.”
“I’ll run this by my board. I want to take some time to go over our charity work for the coming year. I might try to combine this with something else so we can get more exposure. Maybe we can work with the local recreation center to get the kids lessons before the event.”
“I like that idea. Should we meet again in a week or so?”
“Yes,” she said, pulling out her smartphone. “I have some time on Thursday....”
He checked his calendar and noticed that he was supposed to call Penny—one of their college friends and Elizabeth’s best friend. She was a party planner by profession and had volunteered to coordinate the party. But Bradley still needed to get the details of their celebration party for Elizabeth sorted out. He still had to get a list of local friends to her. “I can do it in the afternoon.”
“I’ve only got thirty minutes but that should be enough time.” She smiled. “Thanks for bringing this to the lodge. I’d like to take the lead on this for a Park City venue before you take it to another area ski lodge.”
He locked eyes with her and gave her a smoldering look. “Lizzie, I always think of you first.”
“That’s flattering,” she said, looking adorably flustered. “But if you screw up and call me Lizzie in front of anyone, I’m going to get very angry with you.”
“Really? What does really angry Lizzie look like?”
“You don’t want to know.”
He laughed. “Dinner?”
“Yes, let’s head down to the restaurant. We just hired a top-notch new head chef. Anthony Cruzel.” Her lovely face lit up with pride. “We’re the only restaurant in Park City doing traditional French cuisine with that Creole spin. I think you’re going to be impressed.”
“I’m not much of a foodie,” he confessed. “I’m more interested in you.”
She shifted in her chair and suddenly became focused on her notepad. Was it the fact that he’d stopped talking business and started getting intimate that rattled her?
“Me, too,” she said at last.
He was surprised she’d admitted it. She usually—wait, scratch that—there wasn’t anything usual about them now. They were charting a new path and he had to stop thinking of this as a game. There could be no winners in a competition between lovers. Hadn’t he already found that out in the years he’d spent waiting for Elizabeth to make time for him in her life?
“I never thought you’d say that out loud.”
“It’d be stupid to deny it after the way I kissed you in the elevator.”
“Yes, about that kiss...”
“Friends plus, right?” she said, flashing a very wide smile that he suspected she wanted him to believe was genuine but appeared a little forced and nervous. “We can talk about that after dinner,” she said.
“Why?”
Lizzie gave him a saucy look. “Because you don’t always get to be in charge.”
“And you do?”
“Yes,” she said, standing up and leading the way out of her office. “The sooner you realize that, the better.”
* * *
USTEN’S GASTROPHILE WEST, the five-star restaurant located in the Lars Usten Lodge, re-created the atmosphere of old New Orleans. A large mural that depicted Bourbon Street and the Gastrophile restaurant there covered one wall. There were big trees, with lanterns and lights hanging from the branches, and an indoor water feature made to resemble a river ran around the perimeter of the dining area.
The hostess greeted Elizabeth and led them to a waiting pirogue—a traditional Cajun fishing boat. They were seated in the boat and a uniformed staff member using a pole piloted it to the back of the restaurant and the dock there.
“Welcome to Gastrophile West, ya’ll. My name is Etienne and I’ll be your server tonight.” The waiter had deeply tanned skin, dark curly hair and an accent that was as thick as the humidity in the South. He smiled at Elizabeth as he led the way to their table, which was nestled at the foot of a big old oak tree.
As they were seated, it was easy to forget they were in Utah. Frankly, Bradley was impressed by the new restaurant, which wasn’t surprising. Much like Elizabeth.
Etienne took their drink orders, went over the specials of the evening and left them to look over the menu.
“Nice place,” Bradley murmured.
“I’m glad you like it. We just reopened last month and so far the
