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Chapters (75)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for The Chalet
  3. Dedication
  4. PART ONE
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  26. PART TWO
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  35. PART THREE
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  70. Epilogue
  71. Acknowledgements
  72. Keep Reading …
  73. Prologue
  74. About the Author
  75. About the Publisher

The fucker. I’m not having this. ‘Yeah. With the girls. Nell and Louisa. Because Louisa only has eyes for you, hey?’ I say, snidely.

‘For God’s sake, Adam, leave it, will you?’ Will snaps. ‘I’m freezing cold, I can barely feel my face, I’m only in this situation because of you to start with, it’s down to you being such a shit skier and falling over that you’ve lost your ski and that we’re not already down in the warm instead of still stuck on this fucking mountain. I can do without your usual jibes about how you could have had any of my girlfriends you wanted, any of them, any time. Just because you snogged that girl I was kind of seeing when I was thirteen or whatever doesn’t make you God’s gift.’

He starts fiddling with his poles, putting his hands carefully through the straps the way we were taught in ski school about a thousand years ago and adjusting his various scarves. Why is he wearing so many anyway? What a twat.

Suddenly I really don’t want to be left alone here. He is not going to do this to me.

‘That Louisa,’ I say, to stall him. ‘I think you could do way better than her.’

He rams his poles violently down into the snow and continues faffing around with his wrist straps. ‘Fuck off, Adam. I’m going now, I don’t care what you say. You’d better hope that I actually get round to telling anyone you need help, which I have to say, right now, I’m sorely tempted not to bother doing.’

How fucking dare he talk to me like that? ‘Right goer Louisa is,’ I add. ‘What do you think we were doing all yesterday afternoon while you were sorting out your broken ski?’

His head snaps up and he stops fiddling. ‘Yeah right, whatever. Seriously, Adam, you can fuck right off. One more word and …’ He shoves me in the chest, his pole dangling from his wrist but because he’s still clipped into his skis he doesn’t have much impact.

I step closer to him. ‘One more word and what, little brother? We had lunch, we drank a lot. Then we went back to your room, and we fucked. She loved it. Couldn’t get enough of me.’

I feel a sudden pain in the side of my head and realize Will has punched me. I wasn’t expecting that. ‘You liar!’ Will roars as he tries to come at me again, but he’s still fixed into his skis so he can’t move much. ‘She wouldn’t!’

I laugh. ‘Oh yes she would,’ I sneer. He swings at me again and I shove him hard.