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Joe pulled in to the Snowbird ski area and found a parking spot at the end of a long row. The ski area had already opened the week before, and Sarah could see figures up on the mountain zigzagging their way down.
She traded her sneakers for the boots, then stepped out of the car onto the cold ground. The air felt so dry it was almost powdery. It seeped between the threads of her clothes like fine dust, making her wish she wore at least one more, thicker layer.
“Here,” Joe said, reading her mind and taking off his coat.
“No, you should wear that.”
“Sarah, you don’t have to fight me on everything, you know.” He helped her into the roomy coat, which really did feel wonderful, she had to admit. It reached down to middle of her thighs, blocking out the wind. She rolled the sleeves up, t
