Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Jerrod’s looking at me as if I’ve sprouted two heads. I know he thinks I’m crazy, but I just can’t keep it up. I’m not sure exactly what I’m looking for, but I know I’ll know when I meet her.
Jerrod signals the waitress, who ignores him, walking up to me instead. “Hey Levi! Can I get you another drink?”
I slap Jerrod on the shoulder. “Yeah, we’ll have two drafts.”
She nods. “Sure, coming right up.” She chooses on the tip of her pen. “You know, I get off at one. If you want...”
Her voice trails off, and I shake my head. I know exactly what she’s asking. “Yeah, uh, sorry, it’s going to be an early night for me. I need to get back up the mountain.”
She nods. “Sure, maybe some other time.”
I don’t comment, and she turns away just as Jerrod slaps me hard on the back. “Look, fucker, you want to turn over a new leaf, fine, but can you send your discards my way? I have no problem picking up your slack.”
I roll my eyes. “No way, brother. You want to hook up, you’ll have to do it on your own. You’re known for not calling them back and leaving in the middle of the night. There’s no way I’m getting in the middle of that.”
He looks at me as if he doesn’t know me at all. “Are you kidding me right now? What the fuck, man?”
I shake my head and turn away from him. I know he’s surprised, but I want more, and the one-night stands aren’t going to get me what I want. Fuck, I’m not even sure I know what I’m looking for, but I’m willing to wait for it.
Chapter 3
Georgina
I've discovered that skiing is not going to be my thing. Yeah, I've only been on the slopes for thirty minutes, but already my legs are aching, I'm freezing even though I have layers of clothes and a big bulky jacket on, and I'm barely able to stay upright.
I lift my hand to shade my eyes, avoiding the glaring sun, and huff as I look at the trailhead. I can do this, I tell myself. I know I can.
I stop walking or I should say trudging through the snow and stop behind the couple in front of me. They're holding hands and smiling at one another, and I can't help but turn my nose up in disgust. Yeah, I'll admit they’re a cute couple, but when you just had your fiancé break it off with you, you don't really want lovey-dovey all in your face.
I look longingly toward the direction of the ski lodge. I could just go back, take a hot shower, and spend the rest of the day working on the editing projects I brought. There’s a new romance in the stack, and I’ve been looking forward to getting started on that. Just as I’ve about made up my mind to spend the next few days indoors with a bottle of wine, I feel a hand on my shoulder.
“Hi. I’m Levi James. Are you here for a lesson?”
He’s blocking the sun off my face, so I drop my hand. “Uh, no. I’m actually about to go back in.” I turn to go but remember to be nice about it. “But thank you, though.”
I bend over to pick up the skis lying on the ground beside me and tumble over, faceplanting in the snow. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mutter. Of course, as soon as there’s a hot guy around, I’m going to fall on my face.
“Here, let me help you.” Levi leans down and helps me sit up. He squats down in front of me and pushes the hair off my face. He’s watching me, and I can feel the heat of his gaze. I wish I was flirty or even able to have a coherent conversation with him, but mentally, I feel like I’ve been beat down lately, and I definitely don’t think I can hold my own with a man. Especially him. He’s way too good looking.
“Thank you,” I grumble, feeling like a big frump. The layers of clothes and the bulky snow suit is doing absolutely nothing for me.
“You’re welcome. But now I think you owe me.”
I blink up at him. He’s smiling, showing off his pearly whites and sparkling blue eyes. He’s handsome and obviously fit. “I owe you. What for? I’m still sitting in the snow.” I start to laugh but stop abruptly when he grabs me by the hand and hauls me off the ground until I’m standing on my own two feet.
I suck in a gasp. He’s not even huffing or puffing. He’s just smiling at me and then he smirks. “All right, how about now? Do you owe me now?”
I shake my head, totally confused about what’s going on right now. Are we in some kind of alternate universe or what? Does he think I’m here with girlfriends and I’m going to hook him up or what? “What do you want?”