Nic shook her head. “Nope.” She pointed to the chairlifts. “Not getting me on that thing. Nope.”

Abby smiled at her. “You won’t fall.”

“Not doing it. You go on. Have fun. I can walk the streets in town. Window shop. Stop by the brewery for a beer. Anything.” She shook her head again. “I have a tiny fear of heights.”

Abby laughed. “Tiny?”

“Okay. More than tiny. I’m sorry.” She wasn’t really. She hadn’t been looking forward to skiing anyway. She didn’t know how, and she was afraid she’d make a fool out of herself.

“I don’t have to ski then. We can—”

“No, Abby. You were looking forward to it. Go ahead. I don’t mind. Really.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Call me when you’re done, and we’ll meet somewhere.”

Abby fished her keys from her ski pants. “Here. In case you want to drive around or something. I’ll call you and you can pick me up. We’ll grab lunch in town.”

Nic took the keys, nodding. “Deal.”

Abby grabbed her arm before she turned away. “There’s only three more days left. We can do snowmobiles again tomorrow if you want.”

“Yeah, that was fun. But you don’t have to entertain me, Abby. I’m fine. Go enjoy your skiing. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Okay. Don’t get lost.”

“Don’t break a leg,” she countered.

No, she’d not been looking forward to skiing. She should have told Abby that upfront. Nevertheless, she’d thought she’d give it a try, at least. She looked up to the chairlifts now, seeing legs and skis dangling in the air, seemingly hundreds of feet off the ground. She turned away with a shudder. No thank you.

They’d spent the last few days doing rather tame things. They’d gone sledding again, this time to the higher hill. It had been great fun. They’d gone snowmobiling too. It had been with a guided tour group, though, so Abby had informed her that they couldn’t get “wild and crazy” on the machines. It was still fun, as they’d gone deep into the backcountry. Yesterday had been a warm and sunny day and they’d taken the scenic drive—the Enchanted Circle, Abby had called it—to Angel Fire, then down to Taos, where they’d had lunch, then back to Red River. They’d seen the elk herd near Angel Fire and stopped to watch them. After lunch, instead of heading back, they’d walked to a couple of old missions and had spent a leisurely hour mingling with other tourists.