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the skis I’d forgotten I was wearing.
    “Don’t ever come near me again,” I hissed, turning around
awkwardly and skiing away.
    “What was that all about?” Kate asked.
    “I told him I never want to see him again,” I said. I was
angry, and Kate could tell.
    “You told him that with a kiss?”
    “Don’t even ask me about that right now,” I said. I felt
out of breath, suddenly, and I yanked the skis off my feet. “Ella, get me
another instructor. I don’t want that guy near me ever again.”
    “But what—“
    “Please, Ella,” I said, closing my eyes and taking a deep
breath to try and clam myself down. “Just do it? I’m here to have fun, and
that—“ I pointed to where George had been standing. “That is the exact opposite
of fun.”
    All three girls stared at me like I was crazy, but I
ignored them and stomped back to the desk where I was supposed to hand my skis
in again. I left for the hotel, not bothering to wait for my friends.
    Because the fact was that I was terrified about what had
just happened. And I was angry at him for being what he was. What did he look
like when he changed completely? I suddenly wondered. But I shook my head.
    I was angry at myself, too, for feeling that way about
him. Because he’d been right. All of that attraction and lust, that had been
me. It still was, I could feel it swirl in my stomach and make my body hot and
wild.

Chapter
3
    “Thanks for waiting,” Kate sneered when they got back to
the room half an hour after me.
    “I just had to get away, okay?” I didn’t need my friends
to hassle me about it. It wasn’t like I could explain it to them anyway.
    “What happened?”
    I shrugged. “I just don’t like him.” That was a lie, but I
didn’t want to like him, so it was
close enough.
    Kate nodded. “Fair enough. But we’re going to the slopes
again this afternoon. You’ll come, won’t you?”
    “Is he going to be the instructor?”
    “We had to book in advance because these guys are busy,”
Ella chipped in. “So yes, we can’t just change it half-way through.”
    “Then no,” I said.
    “Don’t be a bitch about this,” Ash said. “We’re all here
to have fun and you’re being a total stick in the mud.”
    I took a deep breath and blew it out again. “Fine,” I
finally said. “I’ll do it.”
    I didn’t really have to say anything to him, did I? He was
just a ski instructor.
    “Great,” Kate said and hugged me. It was so easy to keep
my friends happy. And they were right, I was being a bitch about it. “First
we’re going to eat and then we’re going to head into town. I want to get some
souvenirs.”
    After lunch we phoned car and piled in. We headed to Whitefish
itself, a town about four miles from the resort. It was like a town from a
story, with downtown consisting of small stores and pick-up trucks scattered
around against the backdrop of The Big Mountain. We walked from one shop to the
next, sifting through winter clothes and fishing tackle. Kate bought a handful
of fridge magnets and Ella bought Mike a fishing rod that we would have to fit
on the plane somehow.
    “This is so nice,” I said. The escape had lifted my
spirits again and the sun made an attempt at warming up the day despite the icy
wind that blew every now and then. I had been childish about the whole thing
with George. Everyone had flaws, reasons why I could or couldn’t date them. His
little quirk was just something like that. The more I kept telling myself that,
the better I felt.
    By the time we got back to the hotel room to get dressed
for our afternoon session, I was in a good mood and ready to take on the
mountain again. I zipped up a bright green jacket and white pants to go with
it, and pulled a hat over my ears. It was getting colder, and I didn’t care
about looking sexy anymore. There wasn’t anyone I wanted to dress up for,
anyway. And if George thought I was unattractive, well, all the better.
    “Ladies,” George greeted us while we were