Chapter 4
Wyatt laughed. “Why is that? You don’t like sledding?”
I shook my head. “I’m so clumsy that I’d probably end up with something broken by the time we got to the bottom of the hill.”
“It can’t be that bad,” Wyatt said, eyeing me.
I shook my head. “It is. Which means you’re carrying me back up the hill if I get hurt.”
“You’re gonna do it?” he asked, his brown eyes lighting up.
“That was our deal, right? You show me what’s so great about the holidays and I get to depress the hell out of you?”
He laughed again. “Bring it on.”
I followed Wyatt, and his two plastic neon sleds, to the hill. When we got there, I looked down the hill at the crowd and got nervous. There was no way I was going to make it all the way down without hurting myself. Not to mention I was wearing boots that
