“Anything and everything. I lead treks, plan expeditions. Petition land trusts for more property. Blaze new trails to lure world-class athletes from all over the world.”
“All that?”
“I also set up all the competitive events.”
“Oh.”
“And both the ski patrol and our new biking patrol are under my command, as well as the rest of the staff.”
“So…you do it all.”
“Yup.”
“And what do I do as GM?”
He grinned. “Manage me.”
She stared at him with such horror he would have cracked up if she wasn’t to be his boss, for all intents and purposes, until Lucy returned. To say he didn’t appreciate authority was an understatement.
“So…you probably know how to ski and bike and do all that outdoor stuff really well, right?” she asked.
“Everyone on the staff is an accomplished athlete. It’s a requirement for employment.” He took his gaze off the road and settled it on her. “Unless, of course, there’s some sort of family deal.”
She blushed and nibbled on her lower lip. “Lucy asked me to come.”
He knew that, and had no idea why it bothered him so. Why she bothered him. “And now I’m a baby-sitter.”
Her eyes flashed at that. “I don’t need a baby-sitter.”
“Good. I don’t want to be one.”
“Well then, don’t even think about it.” What looked like years of frustration poured from her as she spoke. “For once I’m going to do what I want, when I want, without worrying about which sister has tuition or which other sister needs me to straighten out one of her messes.” She used her hands when she talked, and he wondered if she used her hands like that during sex.
“I’m going to stop thinking about everyone else and think about myself for a change.” She nodded sharply, as if reinforcing the decision. Her eyes glowed with passion. “I want to do as I please, when I please. If I want to go dancing barefoot in the grass, I will. If I want to go howl at the moon, I will. I’ll go hog wild if I feel like it. Whatever comes my way, I’ll do it.” Then she lifted that stubborn chin and flashed pride out of her stormy gaze. “On my own.”
All that fierceness, mixed in with her obvious naiveté, both terrified and aroused him. Which in turn annoyed the hell out of him. “Fine.”
“Fine,” she repeated, then fell silent through the next set of winding curves, which he liked. Silence was good.
And apparently she’d finally warmed up because she’d stopped hugging herself. Not that he cared that she’d been cold, but now all her nice curves were right there for his perusal, only inches away.
How did a prudish librarian end up with such a lush body anyway?
“Lucy probably finds herself bogged down with paperwork most of the time,” she said eventually. “You know, from behind a desk, right?”
Lucy behind a desk? Not unless she was chained there. In their mutual running of the resort, he and Lucy had meshed perfectly. “Did she happen to mention why she’s in the hospital?” he asked.
“Oh, yeah.” She fell silent again, but for a shorter time, dammit. “You do a lot of dangerous stuff, then?”
He sighed, loud and long. “Are you going to talk all the way back?”
She blinked, and shut her mouth.
For one blessed moment.
“I guess I am going to talk all the way there,” she said.
“Terrific,” he muttered.
“So…do you find yourself living on the edge a lot out here?”
She thought bike riding was living on the edge? This was going to be one hell of a long haul. “Yep, we like our edge out here.”
“Oh.” She bit her lower lip. “Well, I’ve read about it.”
Great. She’d read about it. He laughed.
She didn’t. She looked resolutely ahead at the beautiful landscape. “Things are going to change here though,” she said softly. “I can feel it.”
“Is this about the going hog wild thing?”
“None of your business.”
Oh, now she wanted to be private. “You’re not under some misguided impression that you’re going to change your lack of living on the edge while you’re here, right?”
“Yep.”
“Oh, no you don’t.”
“Oh no I don’t what?”
He only groaned. “Just what I need. A walking, talking, irritating accident waiting to happen.”
Her disbelief was clear. “Excuse me?”
“Not on my watch,” he said firmly. “No way.”
“Well I’m not on your ‘watch,’ so relax.” She turned from him and once again looked out the window.
Oh yeah. Right. Relax. She didn’t have a clue. He was short-staffed and exhausted from working around the clock since the fire. The fire that was now going to set back their summer season God only knew how long, and cost a ton of money that Sierra Peak Resort couldn’t afford to lose.
And she wanted him to relax. Good luck. He loved his life here, he really did. His job fulfilled his serious sweet spot for thrill and excitement. His whole life had, ever since his father had first taken him to Tibet at the age of five, where they’d climbed mountains for three straight seasons.
In his own unorthodox way, his father had tried to instill a deep sense of wanderlust within each of his three sons, and the need to constantly push for bigger and better. Chance’s two older brothers, Brandon and Kell, hadn’t exactly embraced the family lifestyle. Like most others, they’d never understood the wanderlust, the inexplicable need to explore and seek adventure. As a result, they’d also never understood their father, or Chance. Both had rebelled against their unstructured and atypical childhoods, and gone in the opposite direction—straight into the military.
Not Chance. Blindly follow authority? Never. He relished his freedom and independence too much for that. As his father before him, Chance craved…well, adventure. Freedom. Not many understood the need. Certainly not a woman, though Tina had been the only one to come close to making him believe she had.
She’d been a kindergarten aide in Colorado when he’d come through on a skiing binge. They’d both been nineteen. Chance had skied his brains out by day and seduced Tina’s brains out by night. She’d been so sweet, so fragile. Compassionate. Ridiculous as it had seemed, he’d been inexplicably drawn to her, and
