Page 111 of One Foggy Christmas
Reluctantly, we break apart, both still smiling at each other.
“I actually think we’ve already met,” he says with some amusement.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, on the gondola yesterday. You were riding back and forth.”
“That was you?”
“It was.”
How he put that together is beyond me. I bite my lip, trying to keep calm.
“Did you ever ski down the mountain?”
“No.” A sudden rush of moisture pricks my eyes, but I blink it away. “You see, I was in a terrible skiing accident a little over a year ago and was trying to get back on the slopes and face my fears.”
“I’m sorry about your accident.”
“I am too.” We sit in that feeling for a moment before I push a smile onto my lips. “But I’m doing much better now. I finally feel like myself again. That’s why I’m here in Switzerland. I’m doing the things that I love forme,not for anyone else.”
“So you’re here alone?”
“I am.” I watch how my answer immediately makes his smile glow. “And what about you? Are you alone?”
He nods, trying his hardest to suppress a smile.
“That’s good.” We both laugh a little, still trying to wrap our heads around this twist of fate.
Nash leans back, relaxing in his chair, and it’s the best sight I’ve seen. I didn’t know how much I missed this steady, confident man. “So tell me about yourself, Sadie.”
“Well, I’m from Skaneateles, New York.”
“Hmm.” He nods in appreciation. “I love it there. Especially at Christmastime.”
“I noticed your book. A real classic.”
“My reading choice was inspired by your hometown and their charming Dickens Christmas. I have some amazing memories there.”
“So do I.”
We both puff out another laugh.
“And what do you do in Skaneateles?”
“I run a home health and hospice.”
His brows lift in interest. “Yourunit?”
“I do.” I beam with pride. “It was my father’s company, but he’s retired and left it to me.”
“That’s great.”
I see in his eyes that he really does think it’s great.
“What about you? Where are you from?”
“Originally from Chicago, but more recently, I’ve been traveling a lot.”
