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Back The Chalet Save as PDF
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

Tears spring to my eyes. He is so sweet. If he finds out what happened, he might never forgive me. Or he might never forgive his brother. Or either of us. Or he might think I’m making it up. I can’t risk telling him.

He can’t see my tears, but they’re making my goggles steam up. ‘No, I can do it,’ I reply. ‘I just need to clear my goggles.’

We make it down the slope and I do OK. In fact I do well enough that we go up again and this time try a blue slope, which is apparently slightly harder. There are a few falls, but no tears and no tantrums. Will is sweet, attentive, and patient. I guess he feels bad for not making it back for lunch yesterday. But he can’t feel anywhere near as bad as I feel. The more I think about it, the more I think I’m at least partly to blame for what happened with Adam. I shouldn’t have had all that wine. I shouldn’t have let him order expensive drinks and then pick up the bill. I shouldn’t have let him into my room while I was only wearing a towel. I should have fought harder when he pinned me down, shouted, screamed, kicked. I did none of that.

By lunchtime, I am freezing cold and exhausted. We have a much simpler lunch than I ate with Adam; croque monsieur and chips with one beer each. That’s the kind of lunch I should have had yesterday, I realize now. Not the epicurean and sensual feast with wine and liqueurs I opted for. I am such a fool.

‘So, what about this afternoon?’ Will asks. ‘Do you want to go back up? You did amazingly this morning.’

I look out the window. The snow is sheeting down. Part of me thinks I should go, but a larger part is so exhausted there’s no way I can face it.

‘Would you mind terribly if I didn’t? I’m really tired and a bit cold. But I don’t mind at all if you want to go out. I don’t want to spoil your fun.’

Will reaches across the table and takes my hand. ‘You could never spoil my fun. Tell you what, I’m pretty cold too. Let’s go back and have a sauna. I don’t think you had one yesterday in the end? Then we could …’

He raises an eyebrow and I force a smile. That’s the last thing I want to do, but I’ll worry about that when it comes to it.