Love on the Lifts
Chapter One
"A totally hot ski instructor," Leah suddenly announced excitedly. "That's what you need to take your mind completely off Brad Connor."
"How can a ski instructor be hot?" I asked. "His classroom is a snow-covered hill. He's gotta be cold."
Allie rolled her eyes and Leah gave me a sharp look that said she was seriously contemplating throwing the snow she'd just scooped up at me.
"That is so lame, Kate."
Okay, so it was lame, but I was also extremely cold, with visions of curling up in front of a roaring fire dancing through my head. And obviously, the chill seeping through the knitted cap I'd pulled down over my ears was causing periodic brain freezes. Even stuffing my shoulder-length, obnoxiously naturally curly red hair under the cap didn't seem to provide any extra insulation against the frigid air that surrounded us.
And it was unbelievably cold. After all, we were in a ski resort town with white peaked mountains all around us.
Leah, Allie, and I had flown in earlier that afternoon. My aunt had met us at the air ... read full excerpt from Love on the Lifts ebook
