Rocky Mountain Holiday (To Love Again Book 4) by Kate Fargo Read Free Book Online Page B

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    The bright sunlight ricocheted off the mountains as Isabel walked back toward her hotel. Jean had taken the whole thing in stride, as she’d known she would, and the girls would continue staying with them for the rest of the week as planned. Thank heavens for that.
    Now she had to figure out what to do about Tray. She hadn’t had much time to think about him since she’d left the bar last night, her focus had been on her family.
    But she’d been so excited to see him and finally have more time together. All the desire she’d managed to successfully bury under her work the last few days, had come bubbling to the surface. Her body hummed with anticipation and it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, she was thrilled to feel so alive.
    Her feelings for him were growing stronger all the time, but what if the girls were right? What if he was a player? And what the hell was he doing hanging out at college parties?
    He’s in college , that’s what he’s doing there. Still, what about the young woman who was so drunk. And why hadn’t he told her he was in town early? He’d even sent her a text that evening, just to say good night, and had conveniently not mentioned he was in town.
    And yet, it didn’t line up with what she thought she knew about him. But in the end, what do we truly know about anybody?
    She recalled a client once telling her about a crazy trip she’d taken to Costa Rica. She’d gotten involved with one of the tour guides. One night while they were all out dancing and her date left the table to get drinks, one of the other guides leaned across and whispered in her ear: “Tu tienes los ojos cerrados.” You have your eyes closed . The woman, a tad lost in a Latin love affair and only seeing what she’d wanted to see, started paying more attention and uncovered lies and half-truths that told a story of her lover sleeping with multiple tourists - not only women - at the same time. She’d been mortified but glad she’d never broken her rule about unprotected sex.
    Tu tienes los ojos cerrados , she whispered to herself. True, or not true? Isabel didn’t have enough information to figure it out and just thinking of it made her head hurt. She did need to know why he hadn’t told her he was in town early.
    She checked messages at the desk on her way through the lobby and took the stairs up to her room. A nap was tempting but she needed to put more time in on the book. Spreading the manuscript out on the table, she let her head fall into her hands for a minute. The sun shining through the window hit her squarely in the eyes.
    She jumped up, making a quick decision. It was a beautiful day and she’d had enough drama. She’d worked hours and days on the book since she arrived and she knew, in her heart of hearts, she would accomplish very little today.
    Sitting here, she would spin her wheels while she replayed and second guessed everything about Tray and about the time they’d spent together.
    Sitting would not get her through the day. She would go skiing and stay busy in the sun and the snow, and have a few laughs with her friends. She sent a quick text to Jenny and started pulling together her ski clothes.
     
     
     

DECEMBER 28 ~ AFTERNOON
     
     
     
    Isabel hit the hill just after one. It was packed and she had to schlepp her equipment a long way up the road. By the time she reached the main parking lot, she was over-heated and anxious to put her gear down so she could get some zippers and clasps undone and breathe again.
    Not many people skied half a day, unless they were pass holders, so the line was short. She paid her ticket - cringing at the fact that it was never half of the full-day fee - and clamped it onto her jacket.
    Dumping her skis and poles against one of the stands, she headed inside. The lodge was packed with people having lunch. She stepped over gear, around rosy-cheeked children and through throngs of teenagers flirting and laughing. The festive feeling immediately