“I think you took advantage of me,” Hugh said. He was laughing as he walked through the snow with both of their skis and poles in his hands.
She gave him a sheepish look. “So, I might or might not be more experienced than I’d let on.”
Red colored her cheeks, but she wasn’t sure if it was from his scrutiny or the bitter cold from the slopes. Perhaps it was both.
“A little? I own the resort, and you were skiing circles around me.”
“Not…literally.”
“I bet you could though. Why didn’t you pursue it?”
She shrugged but held her head up. “Los Angeles doesn’t leave you much time to practice. It was something fun my father and I used to do. My mother was always too worried about hurting herself. She’d stay in the ski lodge and drink most of the day away. It was really my thing with my dad. We
