Chapters (34)
- Cover
- Back Cover Text
- Praise for Jennifer Snow
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Excerpt
Since reuniting with Reed, she’d been more turned on and more in tune with her body’s desires than ever before. She wanted him.
Bad.
The way his gaze swept over her, especially when he thought she wasn’t looking, had her pulse going crazy. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had looked at her that way—with unconcealed desire and appreciation. But it had to be superficial. After all, they’d reached a truce in the truck, but they didn’t really like each other, right? He’d only offered to take her today to keep Tyler away.
Best to remember that before tearing all his clothes off the next chance she got.
They neared a clearing and her excitement rose. She’d always been a strong skier and she was looking forward to the first exhilarating pass down the mountain. She could also use the distraction and distance from Reed.
She looked through the small window at the mountains moving closer. Another helicopter had touched down already and several skiers were preparing for their run, strapping into snowboards.
When was the last time she’d felt this excited about something?
“We’re going to set down about two miles from here,” the helicopter pilot announced through their headsets as he began their descent.
Reed gave a thumbs-up and turned to look at her. “Ready for the thrill of your life?”
Erika read his lips more than she heard the words and she gripped the bench seat tightly.
She suspected ready or not, she was going to get it.
* * *
REED MAY HAVE exaggerated when he said he had heli-skied before. He’d gone on countless search and rescues for heli-skiing days gone wrong, but he’d never actually skied the untracked powdered slopes himself.
Mainly because of the higher price tag on the day adventure. But the look of pure adrenaline on Erika’s face as they disembarked the copter moments later made him glad he’d dipped into his savings. Her dark hair whipping around her rosy cheeks as she took in the breathtaking scenery at the top of the mountain was stealing his breath...and his focus.
He barely heard a word their guide said and he hoped his team wouldn’t be out rescuing him later that day.
“Um...are you sure these fat skis are a good idea?”
The guide nodded. “Absolutely. They feel a little weird, but they will help make the transitioning to powder easier and make for a much smoother run. They’re the same as regular skis. The only difference is you need to keep your weight even on both, instead of pushing against that downhill ski. Got it?”
Reed nodded. So did Erika.