Chapter 5
Owen leaned forward, curling into a turn on the ski slope. He savored the rush of flying down the mountain. The icy air energized him as he angled back and forth down the steep slope, coming to a swirling stop at the base with snow flying in an arc around him. He closed his eyes and gulped in a breath. Opening his eyes again, he glanced up the slope, which was dotted with bright colors—the jackets of skiers decorating the snowy white expanse. On the heels of another breath, he pushed off on his skis again, aiming straight for the lift. He spent most of his weekends at Last Frontier Lodge when he wasn’t working. Skiing was pure joy for him—between the exhilaration of speed, the physical escape, and the sheer beauty of skiing in Alaska, there wasn’t much else that cleared his mind
