Snowbound
Chapter One
"Ski good or eat wood."
At the top of Suicide Run, Sean Trenton jammed his ski poles into the snow and
squinted in the bright sunlight at his patrol partner. "What?"
"Ski good or eat wood," Todd repeated, adjusting his goggles. "We were talking
about Patrick on the lift up here. That's what he said. Right before he slammed
into a tree and cracked a rib three years ago."
"No way."
"Yup."
Sean laughed. "Can't think of anyone who deserved it more."
"No doubt. The guy's an ass. Good thing he retired last year or we'd still be
listening to his bullshit."
"Yeah," Sean said, smirking. "Now I only have to listen to yours."
Ignoring Todd's sputtering curse, he shoved off, cold air blasting his face as
he shot down the slope. His K2s glided over the foot of fresh snow they'd gotten
last night, scratching out quick turns and delivering bursts of speed in the
straight lines.
God, he loved this. The biting sting of the wind, the smells of pine and fir and
snow, the sound of his edges carving the ice. Life on the slopes was in his
blood, his soul. He neve ... read full excerpt from: Snowbound ebook
