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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

‘Louisa? What do you think?’ Adam is asking.

I’ve absolutely no idea what’s been said – my rage towards Will had made me tune out. I know I should admit that I didn’t hear, but there’s something about Adam that makes me feel like a silly little girl and I’m sure he or Nell will have a put-down ready if I admit I wasn’t listening.

‘Oh, um,’ I bluster, feeling myself turn red.

‘Sounds like a plan, hey, Louisa?’ Will interjects. He is smiling for about the first time this evening and looking hopeful so, at a loss for anything else to say, I tell him, ‘Sure, great, why not?’

‘Excellent,’ Adam says. ‘We’ll get you booked in for a lesson tomorrow morning then. You’ll be skiing like a pro in no time at all!’

25

December 1998, La Madière, France

Will

I am so excited about today.

The weather isn’t as good as yesterday, but it’s far from terrible and I’m going to get to ski ALL DAY.

Most of the time I think my brother is nothing more than a pompous twat, but that was a brilliant move getting Louisa to agree to a ski lesson.

I could tell she wasn’t listening and didn’t know what he’d said. But she should have said so. And yes, I shouldn’t have taken advantage – I knew she didn’t want a ski lesson. But I really didn’t want another day like yesterday.

It’s lucky she was so drunk, otherwise I think she’d have had a bit of a go at me about it. But as it was, all she did was slur: ‘You knew I didn’t want to ski again. Why did you make me agree to it like that? ’S’not fair,’ as she collapsed into bed.

I helped her get undressed and lied that I thought she must have changed her mind. ‘It’ll be great,’ I added, ‘I hate to admit that Adam might have been right, but he probably is this time – you’re bound to find it much easier being taught by a pro.’ And even if you don’t, the instructor is being paid to listen to your whining and crying so I don’t have to, I thought to myself. I don’t even care how good looking he is or how sexy his accent might be. Louisa harmlessly fancying someone else for a day is well worth a good day’s skiing for me, I’m sure.

‘And I promise, come what may,’ I continued, ‘I will spend the whole of the afternoon and the next day with you. We can ski at your pace, or we can not ski at all, just stay in bed shagging or something.’

I stroked her face. I was a bit drunk too. ‘I love you,’ I whispered, but she was already asleep.

26

December 1998, La Madière, France

Louisa