Page 76 of Fall for You
Maybe this feeling had more to do with the woman in the passenger seat than the epic views.
Ronnie met his gaze and gave him a small smile. “Have you kept up with your snowboarding?”
He grinned. “If you’re asking if I’m as good as I was in high school, which is probably the last time you and I went up here together…” He arched his brow. “Probably not.”
She laughed. “At least you’re honest.”
“Hey, not all of us made it our profession, okay? But don’t worry about me. Antony and I go at least a few times every winter. I’ll hold my own just fine.”
She half turned in her seat, her eyes sparkling more than the snow that topped the mountains around them. “So you’re not gonna challenge me to a competition today?”
He scoffed. “Well, I didn’t saythat.”
Her little snort of amusement was so Ronnie…and so cute.
“But hey,” he continued, “maybe I’d do okay if you’re anywhere near as hungover as Giselle and Bailey this morning.”
Ronnie shot him a sidelong look. “They barely drank anything.”
He lifted a shoulder. “That’s the thing. They rarely drink, so when they do have a couple of glasses…they pay for it. Same with Willow.” He frowned, remembering what Bailey had told him that morning. “I can’t believe they let her stay out after they left.”
“She was going to stay at one of Margot’s friends’ houses. She’s fine,” Ronnie reminded him.
He shifted in his seat. “Yeah. I guess. It’s just…hard not to think of her as a kid, you know?”
“Oh, I know.” Ronnie’s tone was full of laughter. “But just wait until you’re helping to pay for her wedding and planning her honeymoon. Then you won’t be able to ignore the fact that your baby sis is all grown up.”
Dallas laughed. “Sounds like someone’s speaking from experience.”
“Maybe just a little.” She shrugged.
They shared a look, and then they both burst out laughing. The song that’d been playing came to an end, and Dallas nodded toward his phone. “Your turn to pick the next one.”
“Ugh, thank goodness.” Ronnie snatched up the phone. “I can’t handle any more country.”
Dallas smirked. He’d picked that last one because he’d had a feeling it would bug her.
They’d been taking turns playing DJ—something he hadn’t even thought to do when he’d driven with Loretta. If she’d had an opinion on what music they listened to, he’d never heard it.
He shifted in his seat again as he took a wide turn onto an even narrower winding road.
Maybe that was his fault. Maybe he hadn’t asked for her opinion. Or…maybe he’d made it so she didn’t feel comfortable going up against him.
Which…made him feel lousy just thinking about it.
“What’s with you?” Ronnie asked. “Dude, if you’re still worrying about Willow…”
“No, no, it’s not that. Just…thinking.”
Ronnie pressed Play, and an upbeat pop song started.
“Mysterious,” she teased.
He chuckled.
“Wanna talk about whatever has you frowning like that?” she asked.
He shook his head, then shot her a sidelong look. “Only if you want to talk about your skeletons in the closet.”
