Page 7 of Kiss Me

“I’m with her,” the man says to the attendee while pointing at me.

I jut my head back.

“Wait, what …” My words aren’t given time to process before the lift starts moving.

I blink and then blink again. By the time I form words, the attendee is behind us and the ski lift rises higher and higher in the air.

I have every intention of ignoring the man beside me until this five-minute ride is over.

He, evidently, has other ideas. He turns to me, staring for a moment.

“You can remove those goggles. It’s just the two of us up here.” His voice is deep and smooth, like a perfect three-sixty on my board off of the back of a ramp.

“Did you hear me?” he asks.

I turn his way. “Do I know you?”

He takes his time removing the dark sunglasses, revealing his dark eyes squinting my way. Reflexively, my jaw tightens, pressing my teeth together.

I don’t want to have such a strong reaction to how perfect his face is, but I can’t help it. Beautifully tanned skin, jaw madeof stone, and dark eyebrows that accent the almond shape of his eyes.

He cocks his head to the side.

I can answer my own question. No, I don’t know this man. I’d know it if I’d ever met him.

“Whether or not you know me isn’t the question,” he cockily answers.

“Then what is?”

His grin widens, and the expression causes my stomach to drop.

“The real question is why is the famous Tania Casey lying to the world about having an injured ankle?”

CHAPTER 2

Taehyun

Her lips part, forming a perfect “O” and I know my question landed exactly how I intended.

“Wh-Wh-What are you … who are you?”

I narrow my eyes on her. She’s still pretending not to know who the hell I am, huh? I’ll give it to her, she’s a great liar. I’d almost believe her if I didn’t know for a fact she’s definitely lying about that ankle injury.

The injury that’s supposedly threatening to keep her out of next month’s X Games. I’ve had my eye on Tania ever since I spotted her during her photoshoot this morning.

And here I thought this week at the resort with my cousin’s in-laws would be torturous for my anti-Christmas soul.

Maybe, though, just maybe, I can use this time to get back at the woman who coldly turned me down.

“Still pretending like you don’t know who I am?” I nod.

“What are you … Idon’tknow you,” she says.

I shake my head. “Not important, anyway,” I tell her, although a muscle in my jaw ticks. “What is important is the bigger lie you told to that young girl back in the dining room. Eve, that was her name, right?” I ask as if I don’t know.

She’s not the only one who can play pretend.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She turns her head away from me and mutters something about only another minute on the ski lift before she can get away from me.

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