Love Storm by Jennifer McNare Read Free Book Online

  A split-second later she was lying
sprawled on top of him in the snow.
    “Geez, have you always been so gullible?” he laughed.
    Pushing herself up onto her forearms with an unladylike
huff, she was about to give him a pert reply, but then she noticed how close
her face was to his.   With only a few
inches separating her from those glorious green eyes and those oh-so-tempting
lips, all conscious thought seemed to fly right out of her head.  
    Ryan too, was knocked slightly off kilter, as Brooklyn’s
beautiful face hovered mere inches above his own, and for one long moment he
could only stare in silent wonder as a dozen different emotions suddenly warred
within him.
    As Ryan gazed up at her in silence, Brooklyn tried to decipher
the look on his face, realizing just how easy it would be to lower her head
just the tiniest bit and press her lips softly against his, if he gave her even
the slightest sign of encouragement.   However, the notion was so compelling, that if it weren’t for the sudden
and unmistakable sound of motorized vehicles approaching from the distance, she
might have been tempted to give in to the overwhelming urge even without any
encouragement from Ryan, despite what she’d told herself the night before, that
if anything was going to happen between them, he was going to have to be the
one to make the first move.   Fortunately
though, the advancing motorists shattered the moment and saved her from
potentially making a fool of herself once again.
    A few seconds later, four snowmobiles cut through the trees,
slowed and then came to a stop as Ryan and Brooklyn extricated themselves from
the snow bank and scrambled to their feet.
    “You folks doing okay,” the first in the group of four
riders shouted over the roar of the engines, as he lifted the visor of his
helmet.
    “Yeah, we’re fine thanks,” Ryan shouted back, smiling
good-naturedly at the two adults and two children as he gained his feet.   “Just taking a little
break.”   The man squinted at him
then, looking with a little more interest as Ryan rose to his full height,
probably wondering if he was who he thought he was.   Being recognized, even in an out of the way
place like this, just came with the territory.
    The guy studied him for another couple of seconds, and then,
either not recognizing him or perhaps simply not wanting to bother him, he
merely nodded politely and raised his hand in a gesture of farewell.   “Alright then, enjoy your ride.”
    “You too,” Ryan and Brooklyn answered back, waving as the
small group revved their engines and then continued on down the trail.
    After they’d brushed themselves off and gotten back onto
their sleds, the moment in the snow going deliberately unmentioned, they rode
for another hour before the chill started to seep through their heavy clothing,
and they decided that it was time to head back to the house.

 
 
    “Man that was fun,” Ryan said as he pulled off his helmet in
the cabin’s wide, snow-covered driveway, the earlier tracks from their sleds
barely visible now as the large white flakes continued to fall gently around
them.   “You were an excellent tour guide
Miss Foster,” he continued, grinning at Brooklyn as she tugged off her own
silver and black helmet.
    “Why thank you Mr. Landry,” she said smiling back.   “I’m glad you thought so.”
    Unbelievable, Ryan thought.   She was as cute as ever, even with her rosy cheeks and red-tipped
nose.   Although he wasn’t arrogant enough
to believe that a woman like Brooklyn still harbored the same schoolgirl crush
she’d had on him years ago, for a moment he couldn’t help wishing that she did,
and wondering what might have happened between them earlier if they hadn’t been
interrupted.   However, though he hated to
admit it, it was probably for the best.   Getting involved with Brooklyn wasn’t a good idea, for more reasons than
one.   Ah
hell , perhaps it had been fate sending him a message.