Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Eventually, when my body couldn’t take it any longer, Carson took my hand and grinned at me and said, “You’re a trooper. You did really well today.”
“Well?” I groaned. “I was awful. I was on my ass more than I was on my feet.”
“Everyone starts out that way. We’ll try again.”
“I don’t think so. You’re amazing at this and I would love to come back here again. But you snowboard and I’ll keep the hot tub warm back at the cabin.”
He laughed. “We’ll see.”
“Hmm. Yeah, we’ll see. Hey, before we turn my gear in, I want to see you do a jump.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You sure? You’ll have to go down another hill.”
My arms screamed out in protest. “I’ll sacrifice,” I said.
“Okay.” He smiled. “Then let’s go.”
We took the lift up to an even higher run, and Carson told me to go about halfway down the mountain and watch the jump that would be to my left.
I made my way down and stopped off to the side of the ski run, watching the jump. It was after noon now, and I was starving since we had only had coffee for breakfast. But I wouldn’t leave the slopes without seeing Carson perform some of the jumps he had described to me earlier when I’d asked him his favorite part of snowboarding. He had called it “catching air.”
It was the day before Christmas and the slopes were practically deserted so it was easy to keep my eye on him.
After a minute, I saw him coming down the slope fast and sure as he lined himself up with the jump in front of him, and my heart started thumping loudly in my chest. God, he is magnificent.
I sucked in a sharp breath as he went soaring off the edge, bending his knees and doing a full rotation in the air. I squealed and unexpectedly, tears filled my eyes. It was one of those moments when a human being does something so remarkable, so unbelievably amazing, that your heart soars and a lump immediately forms in your throat at the sheer beauty of it. And in my case, the intense pride in the fact that that human was mine.
Carson landed, bending his knees and absorbing the impact perfectly, steady and sure. I could barely make out his face as he turned around at the bottom of the hill, but I could tell he was grinning.
And if I was in trouble? If I needed a rescuer? He was exactly who I would hope to show up. That man. My man.
I put my gloved hand over my heart. “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is all she wrote,” I whispered to myself, knowing I was a total goner when it came to Carson Stinger. And I was perfectly fine with that.
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Carson
I lathered Grace’s hair and rubbed her scalp with the pads of my fingers, working the shampoo through.
“Hmmm,” she moaned in front of me in the shower, making my groin throb. I ignored it though for now. My buttercup was in so much pain that she couldn’t even reach her hands over her head to shampoo her own hair. Of course, I didn’t mind being of service when it came to Grace naked under running water. But I did feel bad that she had worked her body so hard that she could barely move.
I turned her around and backed her up slightly so she could tip her head and I could rinse her hair out under the spray. She smiled lazily up at me.
“Better?” I asked, wondering if the combo of the Advil I’d given her and the hot water was helping her achy muscles.
She nodded, closing her eyes as the water ran over her head and down her body.
After we had left the slopes, we had gone to the restaurant in the lodge where the rental shop was and enjoyed hot soup and sandwiches.
After that, Grace had insisted that we go find a small tree. The next day was Christmas and she laughingly said that even though we were our gifts to each other and we had already been opened, we still needed a tree. I didn’t care about a tree so much, but I’d do anything to make her happy, and so off we went to find one.
We asked at the restaurant we ate lunch in and were told that there was a Christmas tree lot right out of town, and so we drove there and picked from what was left, which wasn’t much. But when Grace’s eyes lit up at a Charlie Brown–looking thing near the gate, I laughed and told the guy working there that we’d take it.
We’d made a stop at the hardware store in town—one of the only stores that hadn’t closed early—and bought a couple strings of lights. All they had were large outdoor lights, but they’d have to do as decoration. But Grace seemed satisfied with that.