hurled himself at Brenna, and she went down on her back, pushing the dog as he tried to lick her face. “Get him off me!”
“Sorry about that.” Tyler hauled the dog off by his collar and then dragged her to her feet. “Dana is going to help Jess train Ash.”
“I wish her luck with that.” But Brenna was still laughing as she brushed away clumps of snow from her jacket. “I might need a shower before dinner which, by the way, I’m not cooking unless you want to be poisoned.”
“I was kidding. Élise promised to send food over, although her exact words were something like ‘don’t get used to it.’” The scent of Brenna’s hair reminded him of summer flowers, and he had to work extra hard not to look at the soft curve of her mouth. Fighting a tug of lust, he stowed her case in the trunk.
She was his friend. He was going to help her out, and helping out didn’t involve pushing their relationship into something he’d been careful to avoid. This was one relationship he was determined not to mess up, and the only way he could be sure of not messing it up was to leave it alone.
“THIS IS YOUR BEDROOM.” Jess pushed open the door. “It looks over the forest and the lake, and it’s next to Dad’s.”
Something in the way she said that made Brenna turn her head, but Jess was trying to stop Luna from scrambling onto the bed. “The dogs aren’t supposed to be upstairs so we have to be quiet about it.”
Brenna put her case down. “I thought your dad said I was having a room at the back.”
“Did he?” Jess sounded vague. “I’m sure he said this one. It has the best view.”
Brenna looked at the wall of the bedroom and imagined Tyler sleeping on the other side. Ideally, she would have preferred a little more distance, but she wasn’t in a position to complain, was she?
“This bedroom is lovely.”
Huge windows stretched up to the vaulted ceiling, and ahead of her stretched the lake, the forest and beyond that the mountains. The large bed was draped in warm green and cool cream, and a rug covered part of the hardwood floor. Not masculine, exactly, but unfussy. The way she preferred things.
Lake House had stood abandoned and uninhabited on the Snow Crystal land for decades until Tyler had decided one day that despite his nomadic lifestyle, he needed a permanent base of his own.
Secluded and set on the most remote part of the resort, Lake House had been the obvious choice and he’d set about restoring it whenever he was home, with occasional help from his family.
Never one to deprive himself, Tyler had installed a large wraparound deck, the same outdoor hot tub as the lodges and added a private dock where he kept a couple of kayaks in the summer.
Downstairs, the living room had the same soaring ceilings and stone fireplace as the lodges, but the floor space was considerably bigger. He’d taken advantage of that space to build a state-of-the-art media room and he’d converted the basement into a well-equipped gym.
“How was school today?” Brenna opened her case and transferred the contents to the drawers by the bed. The exception was a dress, her only dress, which she hung up carefully in the wardrobe.
It was black and made of a stretchy fabric she knew flattered her shape. She wore it every time she needed something smarter than ski pants or sweats, which fortunately wasn’t very often.
“I like that dress, but black is for a funeral.” Jess forced Ash to sit. “You should wear blue. The same blue as your hat. You look pretty in blue.”
“I hardly ever wear the black dress, so I can’t justify a blue one and anyway, I don’t want to accumulate more luggage. It’s easier this way.” Easier to move on when she had to, and she was fairly sure now that she was going to have to. This idyll couldn’t last for long, especially now she was living in such close quarters with Tyler. She sensed it was going to get awkward pretty quickly. “So which is your room?”
“I’m at the back of the house. I look over the forest.” As Luna lay down on the floor, Jess sprang onto the bed and crossed her legs. “I like it. There’s a tree right outside my window. I can climb out if I want to.”
Like father, like daughter.
Brenna, who had climbed out of her bedroom window at home more times than she cared to remember, decided that a lecture would be hypocritical. Beginning to understand Tyler’s dilemma, she tried a different approach. “Your dad is pretty easygoing. If you want to leave the house, you could use the front door. He’s not going to stop you, and you’re less likely to break a bone that way.”
“I like climbing trees. Mom would never let me do anything like that because she thought it wasn’t ladylike.”
Brenna pushed ski socks into a drawer. Talking about Janet Carpenter was one way of turning a bright day dark. “Do you speak to your mom often?”
“Every few weeks. It’s a pretty awkward conversation.” Jess wrapped her arms around her legs. “She isn’t interested in hearing about my skiing, and she hates everything to do with Snow Crystal so I can’t talk about that. If I mention Dad she almost hangs up, so I spend the whole time trying to find things to say that don’t involve him or skiing, which is pretty tough when you live in a place like this.” She scraped her hair back from her face in a universally teenage gesture. “I guess I’m a major disappointment. I’ve never been what she wants.”
“I’m sure that’s not true.” Brenna’s mouth was dry. She didn’t want to talk about this. She couldn’t. It made her heart race and her stomach churn. She wanted desperately to change the subject, but that wasn’t fair to Jess.
“According to my mom, I’m too much like Dad. You don’t know her, but—” Jess frowned “—do you know her? It isn’t like Snow Crystal is that big a place, and you must have been at school at the same time.”
Brenna pulled a couple of T-shirts from her suitcase. “I knew her a little.”
“I wonder why she’s never mentioned you? She was older, so I guess your name never came up.”
Her hands were shaking. “That’s probably it.”
“You’re going to love this room. After twelve years living in Chicago, it’s like heaven to look out on the forest.” Jess picked at a thread in her sock. “Sometimes I sleep with the window open so that I can breathe the air. At school I try and sit by the window, too.”
Brenna slid the T-shirts into a drawer. “Are things any better?”
“At school? No. It’s like being in a cage. Was that how you felt?”
“Some of the time.” All of the time. Brenna opened another drawer. “How are the other kids?”
“Annoying, mostly.” Jess avoided her gaze. “Are you nearly done? Because we should go help Dad cook. He can make a real mess if he’s left on his own. Even the dogs won’t touch his food.”
“One more minute.” Brenna pulled out the last of her clothes and thought back to a conversation she’d had a few weeks earlier. She’d picked Jess up from school, and the teenager had been visibly upset. On the drive home she’d been unusually
