New Year's Wish. Robyn Grady

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СКАЧАТЬ but soon the teams were established and Carter thought he’d made out pretty well. Most of the owners and executives from the resorts were passionate skiers.

      “We’ll need to come up with events. And they should be pretty standard but not risky,” Lindsey said.

      “It should be fun, too. We want to bring new people to the sport and make it something the kids will want to do. In fact, maybe we can use our teams as mentors,” Carter suggested.

      “That’s a great idea,” Lars said. “I’ll be in charge of the events for our competition. I think we should hold it in February to kick off our announcement for the fall event. Use it to encourage kids to sign up.”

      There was agreement around the table. Lars asked each of them to jot down one or two ideas for events for the kickoff to be held in February. A meeting was set for the following week and everyone left the boardroom.

      Carter gathered his papers and followed Lindsey down the hall and out onto the patio that led to the ski rental and lesson building.

      “Wait up.”

      “Sure,” she said, whirling around to face him. “Think of something else you wanted to challenge me on?”

      “Not at all. I told you I wasn’t done with you,” he warned.

      “I know that. I’m not done with you now, either.”

      She wasn’t really angry with him. On the contrary, he could see worry and maybe a little bit of fear on her face. She couldn’t ski, and she’d just been put in charge of a ski team for a major public event.

      Crap.

      * * *

      SHE HADN’T MEANT to talk to Carter. She’d meant to exit the lodge, get into her ski clothing and then... What? She had no real idea. Obviously she couldn’t lead a team down the slopes in February considering that just sledding down a little snow mound took all of her courage.

      But she had to. Everything had changed thanks to this guy and his damned argumentative streak. She had a hunch that he’d originally started sparring with her in front of everyone as a sort of payback for the way she’d kicked him out of her place on New Year’s Day, and frankly, she hadn’t blamed him.

      But this... She put her arm around her waist.

      “Okay, this is serious. I already offered to help you and I’m not going to let this go,” he said.

      “Carter, thanks, but you can’t make that fear I feel when I strap on a pair of skis go away. I mean, you seem to be able to charm anyone into doing anything, but this is something I don’t think even you can simply force under your control.”

      She dropped her arm as she realized how defensive that might look to him. Then she spun on her heel and started walking again. As she moved across the resort grounds, she paused to look around her. It was the kind of day she used to love. The snow was thick, perfect for a fresh run, and the sky looked clear and endless. This was her favorite sort of winter.

      “I know that,” he said, quickly catching up with her. “I’m just saying every time I dare you to do something—”

      “It backfires,” she retorted. The bet on a kiss that had started all of this hadn’t spurred her on to greater skiing glory. Or had it? She’d kept her head down and trained harder to prove he didn’t bother her. That his flirting couldn’t shake her. Maybe that was what she needed to do now. Put her head down and pretend he couldn’t affect her.

      “I’ve got this.”

      “You know,” he said, “it wouldn’t hurt you to admit that you can’t do it all on your own.”

      “I don’t need an entourage to remind me— What is it exactly that they do for you?” she asked sweetly.

      “Nothing. They are friends, not an entourage. Something that seems foreign to you.” He reached out and gripped her arm. “You have people who care for you, but you are always so afraid to let them in.”

      “Let you in,” she said, jerking away. “That’s what you really mean.”

      “True. Why is that?”

      She stopped walking and looked over at him. He had put on a pair of sunglasses so she couldn’t see his eyes. “You scare me. You make me confused. I don’t really like it.”

      “I don’t like it, either, but we are going to have to work together.”

      “Why?” she asked.

      “I’m the only person who knows you haven’t skied since your surgery, aren’t I?”

      She nodded. When she got home she was taking that damned resolutions list off the fridge and adding “no drinking champagne” to it. Maybe if she hadn’t been drinking she wouldn’t have found him as attractive and confessed all sorts of things she should have kept to herself.

      “Carter, please. Just let this go. I’ll figure it out and no one will have to know anything,” she said.

      “I can’t.”

      She sighed in frustration. “Why not?”

      “Because you made me your New Year’s resolution and I’m determined to give you a year you won’t forget.”

      “I was drunk when I said that,” she said. But despite her annoyance with him, his words made her feel warm like the sunshine on her face. There was more to Carter Shaw than she wanted to admit. Mainly because if she didn’t keep him at arm’s length she might do something foolish, like fall for him.

      And it was foolish. Though she hadn’t seen him in person for the past two weeks, she’d seen him online on the gossip websites with a bevy of women at the Thunderbolt Energy Drink Extreme Winter Games as he’d promoted his upcoming professional debut in California. She knew that he was a player.

      She had to seem like a novelty to him. And while she got that to him she was different, a challenge of sorts, how long would it take for that to wear off and for him to move on? She wasn’t being down on herself. She had plenty to offer a man, but not one like Carter. His expectations were based on a model of woman and a lifestyle that made hers seem boring.

      “You weren’t drunk. If you want to pretend you were, then fine,” he said tersely. “I don’t know why I keep chasing after you.”

      She didn’t know, either, and she wasn’t foolish enough to guess. “Thank you. I guess I’ll see you next week at our meeting.”

      “Yes, you will.”

      She walked away and admitted to herself that she was disappointed he’d let her go. She’d hoped that maybe he’d follow her. But she knew she’d have shut him down if he had.

      She got changed in the locker room and, as usual, putting on her ski clothes brought out that little bit of sadness and fear. But she had a class to teach, and letting down her students wasn’t something she’d do.

      Her first lesson went well, and instead of just holding her skis, this time she put them on and skied around a little СКАЧАТЬ