Page 65 of The Doctor's Twins

“Now who’s perfect?” I laughed and nuzzled her neck.

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“Oh, Ben. It’s perfect!” Peyton exclaimed when we entered the private cabin I’d secured for the long weekend.

The cabin was more modern than I’d expected, but it retained the feel of one hidden away in the woods. I was pretty pleased with myself, especially when I saw the joy and excitement in Peyton’s eyes.

“There’s a shop nearby that rents out ski equipment. Shall we unpack and get you kitted up?” I asked.

“Sounds good.”

The shop assistant was very helpful and soon Peyton and I were off to do a bit of skiing.

“Okay,” she said, looking every bit the professional in her new gear, “here goes nothing.”

Peyton pushed the poles into the ground and off she went.

“You fibber! Looks to me like you’ve been skiing all your life,” I laughed as she sped past me down the hill.

“Loser has to do the cleaning up after dinner,” she shouted back.

I clipped into my skis and raced after the little sneak. It took some fancy footwork to catch up to her. Peyton had turned out to be more and more interesting the better I got to know her.

She was laughing hysterically once I caught up to her. Mission accomplished! Peyton was free.

“That was amazing,” she said, catching her breath.

“I’m so happy you enjoyed it, my love.”

My cherub’s cheeks were flushed, and her eyes danced as she smiled at me. Job done!

“Come on, let’s get back to the cabin,” I said after an hour and a half.

“Great idea. I could do with a glass of red and a bite to eat. I’ve forgotten how hungry I get while I’m showing off on the snow.”

“I certainly won’t forget this. It’s twice you’ve surprised me now. First the fishing and now this. What else are you an expert in?”

“Light that fire and I’ll show you,” she said with an impish grin.

“Where’s that ski lift?” I said and clicked off my skis.

Peyton laughed and did the same. The lift took us back up the mountain to the base of the ski resort, and we did the ten-minute drive back to the cabin from there.

“It’s so calm and peaceful here, Ben. I can hear myself thinking up here. New York is very exciting, but how lovely it must be to live here in the mountains. Imagine, I’d grow herbs in pots on the windowsill and you’d hunt for deer. Couldn’t you just picture it?”

“You make it sound so doable, Pey.”

“Why couldn’t it be?”

“Well, for a start, I’d have to walk away from a very lucrative business.”

“There’s no reason you couldn’t establish your practice here. You’d make a fine family gynie. All the local bored, rich housewives would flock to the pretty new doctor.”

“Are you pimping me out?”

“Absolutely.”

“And what about your residency Dr. Taylor?”

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