CHAPTER EIGHT
That evening, the street party was in full swing in front of a local bar and grill. Ry stood on the edge of the crowd. Sam was going on about his favorite subject—women. Jon Dwyer had deserted them for a pair of blond snow bunnies. Chas and Taylor had been holding hands, whispering, before disappearing into a restaurant.
Ry half listened to Sam over the music playing. He was more interested in staring at Brynn, fifteen feet away, with Lila and a male skier he didn’t recognize.
He should pay attention to Sam, but the sight of Brynn in her faded jeans, boots, and hooded white parka snared Ry’s gaze like a steel trap. So beautiful. Sweet and sexy like her kiss.
Her kissing him had caught him off guard earlier. Unexpected, but not unwelcome. Far from it. All he’d wanted were
