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And that was what she missed.
She took a deep breath and forced her eyes back open, forced herself to engage in Margot’s story and laugh when the other girls did.
She even nodded when her little sister looked at her with those big, expectant eyes.
“You did good, kid.” She winked, just the way her mom would have done, and Margot grinned like she’d just won first prize. “I’m gonna go…” She pointed at the changing room door.
“Do you need a hand with the zipper?” Margot followed her in, not even waiting for a response.
Squishing into the space, she helped Ronnie unzip. And Ronnie let her fuss and swoon over the fabric without complaint, because her mind was back on those slopes again. A yearningburned inside her with an intensity she hadn’t felt in a really long time.
She needed to get back on the mountain.
Not to compete.
Just to board. To fall in love with the sport all over again.
The local ski lodge was opening for the season this weekend, and she wanted to go.
She actuallywantedto go.
And there was only one guy she wanted to go with.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
That Friday, when Dallas showed up on the strength training course, his breath turning to fog in the cold November air, he wasn’t quite sure Ronnie would actually show.
But when she rounded the corner and paused mid-stride at the sight of him waiting there, his every muscle seemed to sag with relief even while his chest tightened and his heart started to pound with excitement.
She came.
“Hey, stranger,” she called. “I wasn’t sure you’d be able to get away.”
He grinned as he met her on the grass. “Well, Baileyisa slave driver, but luckily for me, she doesn’t need me to cover until tomorrow.”
Ronnie nodded. “Right. The bachelorette party.”
There was a new tension in her expression at the mention of her sister’s party, but before he could ask her about it, it was gone and she was rolling her shoulders, starting to stretch. “You ready for a rematch?”
He threw his arms out wide with a cocky grin. “The question is, are you?”
She rolled her eyes, but the twitch of her lips made him feel like he’d already won a gold medal.
She was so ready to beat him, he could feel it.
And as much as he’d hate losing to her, he could handle it, because more than the competition…was the chance to just be with her.
Starting a timer, she glanced his way, then quickly rushed out, “Ready-set-go,” and took off.
“Hey!” Dallas ran to catch up, loving the sound of her teasing laughter.
“Come on, old man.”
“I’m one year older than you.” He caught up to her. “Lessthan a year older.”
“So act like it, then,” she goaded him, running backward and winking at him before doing a quick spin and taking off like she had turbocharged Wheaties for breakfast.
He laughed and picked up his pace, determined to prove he was a worthy adversary. They reached the first station and he dropped down beside her, pumping out push-ups like his life depended on it.
