Falling Snow Read Free

valet slip. Infinity Sunglasses, her new sponsor, was waiting on the roof for the first shots of her photo shoot with a renowned photographer. The shots would be in two magazines and a commercial. She had half the day scheduled with them. She was already tired and the shoot hadn’t even started.
    “I’m sorry I’m late. I had a bit of trouble in the village this morning.” She said as she took her jacket, hat, and gloves off. She tossed them in a small pile and shook her long curly hair out and flipped it back.
    “Is everything okay?” The shoot manager asked.
    “Yeah, fans bombard me sometimes.” She flashed a bright smile and she pulled her snowboard boots on and took her dark blue thermal top off. She was standing in front of him in a white bikini top, grey snowboard pants, black snowboard boots and the white sunglasses that she was promoting. They already had two snowboards that her board sponsor had sent them to help work out their color schemes and sets for each shot. It was below zero on the roof, but thankfully no snow was falling at the moment. She was freezing, but smiling like it was a hundred degrees.
    The photographer positioned her with Aspen Mountain as the only backdrop. He cranked the I-Pod docking station and shot numerous pictures of her in various poses alone with her ski cap on, then without it, then some more with her snowboard. Ten minutes later she redressed to warm up. The group set up again inside one of the wooden sauna rooms. Again, Adler stripped down to the bikini top. They took the same sequence of shots that were taken on the roof and then played around for an hour doing various other shots. When the manager and photographer were satisfied she dressed again and went back to the roof where he shoot another series of photos of her in her ski jacket, pants, and boots with her hat and without it.
    Another hour had gone by before she knew it. These shoots were monotonous, but they paid her big bucks to wear cool looking signature white sunglasses with dark slightly mirrored lenses. She would much rather be riding her snowboard instead of riding the gondola up the mountain with these corporate clowns to take more pictures at the top of the mountain with her and her snowboard.
    The manager checked his watch. “We have about an hour of shooting up here. Then, we will do a wardrobe change and head down into the city for some street shots.”
    Was he checking his watch to rub it in that she was late? What a dick. She wouldn’t have been as late if she hadn’t smashed into that woman. Cason. It wasn’t like her to be late anyway. Riding in fresh powder meant more to her than having her picture taken for some magazine or the money for that matter. Nothing compared to snowboarding. In her opinion, riding the pipe was better than sex.
     
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    Cason was freezing when she arrived at Aspen General Hospital for the start of her first shift. She was relieving a fellow trauma doctor from Colorado Springs that she knew from their I-Team annual meetings.
    “Good to see you Cason.” Mike Canterro walked up and shook her hand.
    “You too Mike, I bet you’re ready to get home.”
    “Oh yeah, my wife is due in three weeks so she’ll be happy to have me back home.” He smiled.
    “Wow. Congratulations. Boy or girl?”
    “A surprise.” He laughed. “I wanted to know so badly, but she wanted to wait, so I guess we will find out soon. I’m kind of hoping for a boy, but it doesn’t really matter.”
    “Girls can be just as much of a handful, or at least that’s what I’ve always been told.” She could tell he was nervous, but any expectant father would be. She wondered if one day she’d be in his position waiting for her wife to give birth to their first child.
    “Yeah, no kidding.” He pulled a notepad from his pocket. “Not much going on around here. The holiday season was pretty quiet. I had a couple of MVA’s and of course the routine slip and falls.”
    “Any surgeries or