Page 2 of Falling Over You

Strong jaw, deep blue eyes, and cheekbones that defied nature.

Was she dreaming? She had to be dreaming. No man looked this good.

“If you’d just give me a second, I think I can get us untangled.” His voice had changed, gotten several octaves lower, if possible, and his eyes never left hers as he worked to move his legs from hers. Several seconds later, one of her skis popped off and they were immediately untangled. “There,” he said.

She easily rolled off him, immediately missing the feel of his strong body under hers. “Uh, thanks.” When she tried to sit up, she groaned at the sharp pain in her side.

“Are you okay?” His voice held concern as he also sat up and started looking her over. “Did you hurt yourself?” His hands were touching her everywhere and, even through her heavy coat, she felt the imprint of them on her skin.

She waved him off. “It’s just my side.” She tried to stand, but the pain was overwhelming, forcing her to stay seated.

Just fucking great.

“Shit, you need medical attention.” He unhooked both his skis and then scooted in front of her and took off the one she still had on. He moved effortlessly as if he did this all the time.

“I’ll be fine,” she said, wishing like hell he’d just leave her alone. She was already embarrassed. She didn’t need the hottest guy she’d ever laid eyes on feeling sorry for her.

“You’re not fine and I’m not leaving you until I know you’re okay.” Then, in the craziest and hottest thing she’d ever seen, he scooped her up in his arms.

“What are you doing?” She struggled to get him to put her down but that only made her side hurt worse.

“Stop wiggling,” he said in a demanding tone. “I’m just carrying you inside so I can check you out.”

That sounded dirty and also like something she absolutely wanted. Wait, no, she didn’t even know this guy. She should not be having dirty thoughts about him checking her out. “I can walk.”

“You probably can, but this is easier and quicker.”

They entered the lodge and, instead of taking her to the medical staff on hand, he bypassed them and kept walking.

“Where are you taking me?” It was just her luck that she would be murdered by a hot guy.

“I want to look you over but I thought you might appreciate me doing that with some privacy.”

She’d heard enough. “Listen, buddy, you can’t kidnap me and think that no one will care. People saw you carry me in here.”

A deep chuckle vibrated through his body, one she could feel through both their layers of clothing. “Calm down, I’m not kidnapping you.” They entered a room that looked suspiciously like an office. There was a man sitting behind the desk. A man who looked vaguely familiar.

“You know this is my office, right?” the man said with a raised eyebrow.

“Don't just sit there,” the man carrying her said. “Move this stuff so I can set her down.” He indicated with his head to the couch where there were boxes covering every inch.

Her mind finally started working and she realized the man was Gordon Kincaid, owner of the lodge they were standing in. “Mister Kincaid, I’m so sorry about this.”

“How do you know my name?” the man holding her said, a look of complete confusion on his face.

That had her furrowing her brow, but before she could speak, Gordon answered.

“I believe she’s talking to me, jackass.” He started moving the boxes. “Miss Stanley is one of our most frequent patrons.”

“You know my brother?” the man holding her asked, staring down at her face.

She nodded as the reality of what he said hit her. “Gordon is your brother?”

“I am,” Gordon answered for him. “I take it you didn’t introduce yourself before you carried her into my office for who knows what sort of shenanigans.”

“It's not like that,” she protested, as the hot guy finally set her down on the cleaned off couch.

“We sort of collided at the bottom of the hill,” the hot guy said to Gordon before looking back at her. “I’m Theo. Theo Kincaid.” He removed his gloves, hat, and coat.

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