Present day…
Well, I’ve learned to live my life without you, Mr. Merseau. Now here you are, kissing me as if we were still lovers and friends. No way will I reopen that door and let you shatter my heart again.
The next morning, a smiling Jean stood waiting, poles and skis stabbed into the snow, arms crossed as he leaned one shoulder against the door to the lift mechanism.
Riley felt the usual sensual rush when seeing him, then irritation replaced it at the nerve he had in coming here. As if things would be the same as before he’d dumped—no, abandoned—her.
Holding in check the tongue-lashing she wanted to pour on him, she answered his question of last night. “Yes, I sure as hell yelled at you yesterday. You ignored the sign saying the trails were closed. None of them had been groomed an
