Page 17 of Icy Cold Death

Not well, anyway.

The woman passed her the key and pointed.

“Head up to the tenth floor. All the rooms are there. Welcome, and if you need anything, I’m Marny.”

At her words, the women took their bags, and headed to the elevator to get the fun started.

Hailey was in for one hell of a surprise.

That was for sure.

“I say we drop our gear and go skiing. There’s a bus to the mountain. Then, get some dinner, some booze, and sleep,” Tori suggested, trying to keep Hailey confused and not aware of what this weekend was all about.

HER WEDDING.

“I’m in,” Bex said. “I can’t wait to commence this weekend.”

“Same,” Bishop admitted. “It’s my pre-return-to-work hiatus. I pumped so much, I dehydrated myself. I need some booze to hydrate.”

Hailey laughed.

That she understood.

She remembered days like that when Holly was little.

“I will need the booze to wash away the horrible skiing techniques you’re all going to witness. Basically, me sliding down a hill on my ass. Thank God Bodhi isn’t here to see me humiliate myself.”

They all laughed.

Little did she know that Bodhi wished he was here, and the man wouldn’t be watching her skiing techniques even if he was.

Not.

even.

Close.

This was the woman who saved him from death, risking her own life to do so.

The last thing he cared about was her skiing technique. He’d injected a little of himself into this ‘girl’s’ trip as Hailey was about to find out.

Yeah, this woman didn’t have a clue what he’d planned.

Bodhi made sure that his fiancée would think about him.

For.

Days.

They dropped Tori’s things off first in her suite and then went to Bexley’s room to do the same.

Then, Bishop literally whipped her shit into the penthouse suite in silent protest that her husband went overboard.

Again.

Then, they all followed Hailey to her room. It was the furthest away, and they wanted to see her face when she opened the door.

When she unlocked the room and wheeled her luggage in, they were assaulted with the smell of roses.

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