How To Find A Man In Five Dates. Tina Beckett

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      Or else.

      His coach may not have added those last two words, but Jack had seen them written in the tight lines of the man’s face when he’d been late to yet another early morning meeting. The product of a recurring nightmare followed up by a sleeping pill. He hadn’t even heard the alarm the next morning.

      Go skiing, Jack … or I’m afraid we’ll have to find ourselves a new doctor.

      So, was the plan working?

      Oh, yeah. So far, he was having a blast.

      And every damn memory he’d been trying to forget had followed him right down that hill, crashing into the snow beside him.

      Several more skiers sailed by, none of them seeming to have any trouble with the so-called “bunny slope.” Nothing like wiping out on your very first run.

      A pair of skis came into view. Angled just like the instructor had described. Perfect. He glanced up, squinting to see past the blinding midmorning sun.

      “Need some help there?”

      A vision in a white ski jacket and matching snow pants stood before him, the light seeming to halo around the figure’s shoulders and head.

      Maybe he’d hit the ground harder than he’d thought.

      He shook his head and then struggled into a sitting position, but the slick fabric of his own suit caused him to slide down the hill a few more feet. The person matched his downward trajectory inch for inch, again coming to a halt right as he did. Still on her feet.

      A quick feminine laugh met his ears. “Here, take my hand. Your boots should help you gain some traction. I’ve already picked up your skis and pole.”

      He glanced up again and saw that the woman—and she was definitely a woman—did indeed have his errant equipment caged in the crook of her arm. A white-gloved hand stretched down toward him.

      Definitely not a beginner. At least, he hoped not, otherwise he might as well throw in the towel and stick to football and watersports.

      “I’m good.” The last thing he wanted was to bring her down with him. He struggled to his feet, somehow succeeding on the first try. She was right, though, about the boots giving him traction.

      “Think you can make it to the bottom?” She flipped her goggles up over her head, causing the fur-trimmed hood of her jacket to fall back, revealing a pink knit aviator hat. Soft brown eyes that were alight with humor regarded him.

      She’d probably get a lot of mileage out of this story over drinks with her friends later on.

      She was exactly what he pictured when he thought of snow bunnies, from her matchy-matchy suit to her obvious ease in the frigid environment. Even her complexion was pale and frosty, with just a touch of pink warming her lips and cheeks. Cool and untouchable. All except for the flaming locks now visible from beneath her hat.

      Just like Paula’s hair had been. His teeth clenched.

      “Are you okay?” she asked.

      Right. She was still waiting for him to tell her if he could make it down the hill.

      “I’ll be fine from here. Thanks again for the help. If you’ll just hand me my gear …”

      “First time on the slopes?”

      Wasn’t it obvious? A spark of male pride urged him to tell her that he’d once competed in some of the biggest surfing competitions California had to offer. But that had been before he’d gotten his medical license and changed his focus to football. Before the accident that had changed his life forever.

      Coach was right. He’d let himself go over the last four years.

      “Yep.” His eyes tracked a little girl zipping down the course with ease. “They make it look so easy.”

      The woman glanced over her shoulder with a smile. “Yes, they do.” She turned back and held out her hand again. “Miranda Dupris.”

      “Jack Perry.” He took her hand and gave it a quick squeeze, suddenly glad they both had on gloves. Even so, something in his gut twisted at the brief contact.

      A voice came from the side. “Hey, Florence Nightingale, do you mind clearing the slope? I don’t want a pile-up on my watch.” His instructor from a few minutes ago pushed his poles into the snow and surged past them, heading on down the hill. He didn’t glance their way, but something about the wry twist to his voice said he knew Miranda. Quite well, in fact.

      Of course the guy knew her. She was a snow bunny. She probably knew all the instructors by name.

      Then a strange thing happened. Instead of waving to the man with a laugh, her brown eyes went from smiling and carefree to cool and irritated in the space of a few seconds.

      A woman scorned? Or something else?

      “Come on,” she said. “I’ll buy you a hot chocolate once we get to the bottom.”

      He almost groaned. He’d been hoping to clomp his way down the hill and head straight to his room, where he could lick his wounded ego in private. The last thing he wanted to do was hang around the bar with a woman who’d seen him at his worst.

      He swallowed and retracted that last thought. She hadn’t seen him at his worst, but his coach had. Including the twenty pounds he’d shed over the past six months as the dreams had swallowed more and more of his nights and haunted his days. It’s what had made the man book this vacation in a frozen wasteland. Why couldn’t he have chosen Hawaii instead?

      Maybe he could refuse her offer with grace. “No need, but thanks.” He held out his hands for the equipment she still held.

      “Maybe not, but standing here without working my muscles has made me realize I’m freezing my tushie off, and I could sure use something to warm it back up.”

      Those words finally yanked him free of his morose thoughts and put them right on …

      No, you don’t, Perry. Don’t you dare look.

      Too late. His eyes had already skated over her hips and mentally guessed what lay beneath all those layers of clothing. And it was good.

      Wow. If she knew what you were thinking, she’d dump your gear in the snow and march her oh-so-cold tushie right back down the hill.

      Damn. Time to renew his gentleman card. Paula would have given him a single raised eyebrow if she could hear him now.

      But she couldn’t. Thanks to him. And the coach. And the team.

      No. That was no one’s fault but his.

      Suddenly the last thing he wanted was to be alone. Even if it meant spending a half-hour with a woman who’d probably made the rounds more than he had during his entire internship. “Hot chocolate sounds good. Thanks.”

      She gave him a quick grin and handed him his equipment. “Don’t hurry, unless you enjoy sliding down the hill. I’ll meet you at the bottom.”

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