Chapter Eight
The air is crisp, the sun yet to warm up the mountains of Utah. The new fallen snow crunches under my boots as I head to the snowmobile to take me to my halfpipe. After I attach my board to the snowmobile, I sit down and wait.
Fifteen minutes later, I'm still waiting and no sign of Mia, but people are waking up to make their way onto the slopes.
“f**k this.” I throw away my empty cup of coffee and Mia's still full one.
Roaring the snowmobile to life, I speed up the hill and over to my halfpipe. It's not that secluded, but I'm not one to kick a gift horse in the mouth.
“You've got to be shittin’ me.” I speed up the hill of the slope, kill the engine of the snowmobile and watch Mia fly up each side of the halfpipe, her body twisting and twirling in the air.
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