Tough Cookie by Diane Mott Davidson Read Free Book Online Page B

"We've invited Arch for another night."
    "Thanks. But I promised Tom I'd be back this afternoon. I can pick Arch up tomorrow when I do my contract with Arthur, my one and only personal chef client."
    "Friend, if you make a round trip to Aspen Meadow in this weather, you'll be one tired caterer."
    "I'll be okay." Impulsively, I hugged her. Eileen was always a thoughtful friend, the best kind there is. "Thanks again."
    Outside, I could just make out Doug Portman's glimmery black metallic ski suit and leather cowboy hat. He was stamping over to the snow-covered ski rack. Before pulling down his skis, he scanned the exterior of the lodge. Seeking me, no doubt. He doffed the snow-gorged cowboy hat and whacked it against his thigh. Ride those skis, pod'ner! Would Doug's hat make it to the bottom of the mountain, or would it join the fifty other cowboy hats I'd just glimpsed in the Lost and Found?
    "Gotta split," I told Eileen. I zipped up my sensible down jacket and knotted the string on my waterproof hood. Eileen finished off her drink and handed me my scarf. I glanced at her empty champagne glass and hoped she wasn't skiing down anytime soon.
    In the bistro dining room, the arriving restaurant staff was clearing away the last vestiges of the show. The phone volunteers were wolfing down the food, without benefit of forks and spoons, no less. Hey! Fund-raising is an appetite-building business. One of the phone-answerers, a wife of a member of the Killdeer Hunt Club - they shot elk and deer, not foxes - stuffed a Mexican egg roll into her mouth and called out that we'd raised six thousand dollars in half an hour. She added, "That's pretty good." I didn't know if she meant the egg roll or the money. Scooping up two more egg rolls, she yelled to me, "And that was in spite of everything!"
    Doug Portman had returned to the bistro and was looking around impatiently. I felt annoyed to be hurried. But I slipped my hands into my new padded mittens - a gift from Tom - donned my ski boots, and walked as gracefully as possible to the front door. Of course, I walking gracefully in ski boots is like waltzing on cannonballs.
    "It's snowing harder," Doug informed me, ever the weather reporter. "We'll take Widowmaker to Doe's Valley to Hot-Rodder to the base. I'll meet you at Big Map."
    "Big Map," a familiar landmark at the base of Killdeer Mountain, was a large, plastic-covered map of the entire ski area's terrain. I could find the map without a problem, but when I mentally reviewed the runs Doug was talking about - a mogul-laced "black" run - i.e., a steep ski trail covered with big bumps, designated for expert skiers - followed by a "blue" - intermediate, that would no doubt be treacherously icy under the new snow, followed by another precipitous black slope - I thought: No dice.
    "You go ahead," I told Doug politely. "I'll take an easier route, probably be a few minutes after you."
    He scowled and shifted in his ski boots. "I don't have time for you to come after me. I want you to come with me," he insisted, still macho to the core. "I'm running late already." He hesitated. "Does Tom know we're meeting today?"
    "Er, sure," I lied.
    "Great. I've got something for him in my car. Don't let me forget to give it to you." He squeezed my elbow meaningfully. "It's great to see you again, Goldy, after all this time."
    I pulled my arm away and wordlessly clopped to the door. If it hadn't meant so much to Tom that he sell the skis to make up for the expense of the new drains, I'd probably be skipping this whole encounter. Great to see me again, sure. I'd go down the runs Doug wanted me to, but very slowly. If he didn't like that, tough tacks.
    Outside the entrance to the lodge, giant icicles hung from the roof, their thick bases as solid as tree trunks. The snow was now falling in thick pale sheets. Doug pulled his skis from the rack, snapped them on, and shoved off without so much as a backward glance. Once he whizzed away, the heavy snow instantly