Reed shrugged. “She’s on vacation alone.”

“So, you think she’s available then?”

Tyler’s interest wasn’t surprising. Erika was beautiful and Tyler made it a habit of dating the beautiful tourists. Reed didn’t judge. He hooked up with his fair share, too. The search and rescue jacket was like a beacon for some women and he wasn’t one to turn down a good time. Difference was, the women he had fun with knew it was just a one-night stand. Tyler had a way of leading them on, making them believe there could be more to it. Then ghosting them the minute they left the mountain.

Reed didn’t like the idea of Erika falling prey to Tyler’s charms, but there was little he could do about it.

“You know, I didn’t check her Facebook relationship status,” he grumbled as Erika joined them. “Why don’t you take a turn with the litter?” he told Tyler.

“Yes, boss.” Tyler gave a mock salute as he took over from Wade. He grinned at Erika. “I’ll buy you a drink at Tank’s later.”

“Oh...okay, sure,” she said, looking slightly confused.

Was it possible that she didn’t realize how hot she was?

“Any update from ski patrol on suspected injuries?” she asked, and he shook thoughts of her body from his mind.

Ski patrol was already on-site, waiting for his injuries to be assessed so they could determine the safest way to get him back down the mountain to the ambulance waiting to take him to Wild River Community Hospital. Reed’s initial reaction was to tell her she couldn’t be privy to the info as she wasn’t officially supposed to be there, but he’d been the one to invite her. “Nothing more than the broken leg reported so far,” he said. “But he is complaining of pain in his right arm and upper chest and they aren’t moving him until we arrive on scene.”

She nodded, unzipping her jacket slightly as the mild temperature and the trek uphill brought a flush of heat to her cheeks and neck.

Catching a glimpse of the tank top beneath the jacket, he shook his head. “Are you just wearing the tank top and shorts beneath that?”

“You said to hurry.”

Damn. She was still braless. Despite the thickness of the borrowed winter coat preventing any visibility to her tempting body, he felt himself harden again.

They were just breasts. He saw breasts all the time. Okay, maybe not all the time. But a lot. And this particular set—while amazing—was attached to a woman that drove him crazy. And not in a good way.

The entire drive to the base of the mountain, she’d been glued to her cell phone, typing furiously—texting or answering emails, he wasn’t sure. But he was willing to bet it was work related. And when he’d cranked the soft rock station, she’d flicked the stereo off.

Annoying. As. Fuck.

And he’d do well to remember that, he thought as his eyes drifted back toward her exposed chest and his mouth went slightly dry.