Page 11 of Snowed in With My Small Town Billionaire

Gritting her teeth, she tried to figure out whether she had broken anything. She didn’t want Brent to be scared so she tried to play it off. “I’m fine.”

Wincing, she focused on her foot, willing it to move. She was relieved when her foot obeyed her silent command to go back and forth and in a circle. She was pretty sure that she hadn’t broken anything. However, she didn’t know whether she just twisted it or if she sprained it.

She held up her arm to Brent. “Help your old auntie up, would ya?” Gwen tried to keep her tone light.

As she struggled to get to her feet, she noticed Sawyer and Lucas approaching them.

Of course, he would see me fall down and hurt myself. Just my luck.

She stiffened as they walked closer.

“Do you need help?” Sawyer asked.

Gwen thought that she detected a hint of real concern in his voice.

“I’m fine,” Gwen snapped, her pride stinging more than her ankle.

The last thing she wanted was to accept help from Sawyer, even if she knew she was being stubborn. She refused to look at him. Instead, she focused on using Brent to help her stand.

Sawyer stood there for a minute watching her and then walked away. As Gwen and Brent started their slow journey back to the cabin, she heard Sawyer mutter, “Stubborn wench. She cut off her nose to spite her face.”

Gwen’s jaw tightened. She knew that she was being stubborn. However, there was something inside of her that still made her refuse his help.

Brent helped her get back to their cabin. She leaned on him more than she wanted to, but the pain was getting worse. When they finally made it back to the cabin, she sank gratefullyonto the couch. Part of her brain told her that she was an idiot for refusing Sawyer’s help, but another part of her made it impossible to walk away from the past.

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C H A P T E R

Sawyer

She probably could ended up with two broken legs and a broken arm and she would have refused your help,” Lucas said. “I’ve met some stubborn people during my lifetime, but wow.”

Sawyer shook his head. “I know, but what could I do? She refused help from a licensed doctor.”

“Maybe you should have made her sign a waiver so she doesn’t try to come back and sue you,” Lucas joked.

“At that thought, I guess it was a good thing that she refused my help. Spiteful wench.”

Lucas punched him lightly on the arm. “Don’t let her get to you. I’m starving. I beat you down the slope seven out of twelve times. You’re buying.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you brought me up here just to pay for your meals.”

“Darn it. You’ve got me figured out.”

They took quick showers and then headed to the dining room. Sawyer groaned when he saw Audrey and Brent walk in. Audrey approached one of the waitresses who was close to their table.

“My daughter fell today and twisted her ankle. I was wondering if I could order to-go boxes for the four of us.”

“Of course. I hope she’s okay.”

Audrey nodded. “She’s fine. We took her to the clinic in town and he said she just twisted it. It’s not even sprained. Doc said that she should elevate it, put ice on it, and she’ll be good to either tomorrow or the day after.”

“Glad to hear it. Come with me and I’ll get your order taken.”

Sawyer was surprised when Brent turned around, looked at him and Lucas, smiled, and waved.

The two men smiled and waved back. Audrey noticed. She nodded at them and then turned back to the waitress.

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