Page 9 of Wild Nights

I frowned. "I don't think they have a spa at that resort."

Ginny tipped her head to the side, her pony tail falling over her shoulder. "Then what could you possibly have done that was crazy?"

It was pretty sad that my sister thought me going to a spa was out of the ordinary. I was careful with my money and worked hard. There was nothing wrong with that. But I could see where she was coming from. I could use more fun in my life. "I met a guy."

Ginny's gaze whipped to mine. "You have a rule against hooking up with anyone on these trips."

I winced. "This is one of the owners. I work with his brother, not him, but still… It was risky."

Ginny pulled out her phone. "Is there a picture online? Can I see what he looks like?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. It's Wilde Ski Resort."

Ginny pulled up the website. "There's an About page." She squealed "Jackpot. Are there a bunch of brothers?"

I tried to remember back to that night at the bar. "Four, I think."

"Which one is he?" Ginny turned so I could see the screen. "I mean they're all hot."

It looked like an older couple, probably their parents, five men, and one woman. I scanned the faces until I found Oliver. "This one."

"He's a little more buttoned-up looking than the others."

I huffed out a laugh. "Because he's wearing a button-down?"

Ginny considered the picture for a few seconds. "That could be it."

"You'd be right. He's the numbers guy. He runs the financials for the business and loves spreadsheets."

"The nerdy guy. I like it." Ginny set the phone on the table between us with the Wildes facing up. "So what happened?"

"The conference was over, and I was getting my drink at the bar." I always did the same routine after an event. I winded down with a drink, then headed to my room to relax. "The group of women sitting next to me were drunk. They were talking about the Wilde brothers and how they'd do any one of them."

Ginny grinned eagerly. "You decided to take their advice?"

I shook my head. "I met his gaze across the room, and it was like we were communicating without words. The other women left, I turned my attention to the bar and my drink, and he came up to me."

Ginny rubbed her hands together. "I love this story already."

"I can't even recall what we talked about." I just remembered his scent because he stood so close to me. "Then he asked me to dance."

"He askedyou?" Ginny asked, disbelief tinging her voice.

"You know me; I don't usually entertain any invitations, but there was something about him. And it seemed innocent enough. He took my hand and led me to the dance floor."

Ginny leaned in closer. "Did you dance close?"

"Our bodies were touching. It was nice."

Ginny sighed. "So romantic."

"We admitted we were attracted to each other, and we weren't looking for anything serious. Then I invited him up to my room." My heart raced just thinking about that moment.

Ginny smacked my arm. "You go, girl. I love this side of you, taking what you want."

"It was risky. But I felt safe with him. I can't explain it."

Ginny smiled. "When you know, you know."

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