Chapter Three
“Who is that?” I ask Dax as he comes out of the lodge. My stomach growls at the mouthwatering cheeseburger he's just about finished devouring.
Stuffing the last piece in his mouth, he positions his goggles on top of his head and squints in the direction I was looking. “Not sure. They all look the same, but even with those snow pants on, I can tell that her ass is definitely slapable.”
Dax has great vision, but you could be halfway from here to Denver and still notice this girl. Then she does her signature move. One she perfected especially for the Winter Classics. One that the announcers won't stop raving about.
And suddenly I’m glad I didn’t get in on that cheeseburger when my stomach pitches. Because again, I caught myself checking out my ex-friend’s little sister.
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