She closed her eyes. If she could wind the clock back, she would.

Top of her Christmas wish list would be for her relationship with Christy to be the way it used to be.

“This must be it.” Zac’s voice disturbed her thoughts, and she was grateful for that because she hadn’t been enjoying them.

She hadn’t given much thought to where they’d be staying. Like Christy, she’d seen pictures of the Snow Spa, the lodge and some romantic cabins that looked perfect for honeymooners.

“Oh.” She stared at the pretty cabin that came into view, a splash of red against a background of snow-laden trees. Lights glowed in the windows. “It’s—”

“Romantic?” Zac’s shoulders shook with soundless laughter. “It’s the perfect place for you to propose to me.”

“In your dreams.” Was she really going to be trapped there with him? No. She’d explain the situation to Robyn. Explore alternative options. There were guest rooms in the lodge, weren’t there? Either she or Zac would move into the main lodge. “There is not enough room in that cabin for both of us. No way am I staying in that confined space with you.”

He parked the car. “Why? Worried about your virtue?”

“It’s more of a health and safety issue. My health. Your safety.” She undid her seat belt and smiled sweetly. “I might kill you. And if I dragged you into the forest, they might not find your body for weeks.”

He turned to her, maddeningly relaxed. “I’m more likely to survive in that forest than you are. I have knowledge of the Arctic. Talking of which, you should probably change into snow boots before walking to the cabin.”

“I think I can manage to walk as far as the door, thank you.”

“Have it your own way. But before the day is out you’re going to be begging for my help and expertise, city girl.”

“I hate you. And don’t call me city girl. It’s patronizing and it irritates me.”

“I know.”

“You admit that you’re irritating me on purpose?”

“Better irritated than sad. I assume you don’t want to talk to me about whatever it is that’s upset you, so I thought I’d annoy you out of your sad mood.” He reached across and pulled a bag out of the footwell. “And anyway, I’m helping you with Holly. You can’t afford to hate me.” He gazed into the forest, a gleam of anticipation in his eyes. “Look at that snow. Play your cards right, and I’ll teach you to ski.”

“I can already ski.”

“I didn’t know they made skis with heels. It must be a whole new invention. Ski-lettos. But seriously,” he said, glancing at the cabin, “I can imagine that a city girl like you would be freaked out by somewhere this remote. No one is going to hear you scream.”

“If you call me city girl one more time, you’ll be the one screaming.”

“What can I call you?”

She fastened her coat. “You won’t need to call me anything because we are barely going to see each other.”