Chapter Twenty-Two
“You can do this,” I whisper in Mia’s ear at the top of the pipe.
She nods, not making direct eye contact with me.
Her board slides to the starting position and I watch from the top, other snowboarders starting to wake-up and test out the course we’ll be on next week. A line is starting to form, which means we have limited time. Which sucks.
She dips down, her motions fluid as always. Coming up the one side she grabs huge air.
“Man, is that Mia Salter?” the girl behind me asks. Based on her coat and her accent, I’m fairly sure she’s from Italy.
“It is.” My tone that of a proud boyfriend.
“She looks great.”
Mia’s onto her last trick and this is where she needs to land what her and her coach have been working on. Without any hesitation, her board leaves the edge of
