“Sure you don’t want another run?” asked Brandon.
“Not without ski pants,” said Isabelle. “I stopped feeling my butt two runs back.”
He tipped his head to check out her behind. “Still there, still pretty damned perfect. But hot beverage station it is. And some food. I could eat a moose. Let me just turn this thing in.”
She waited while he walked to the equipment hut to return the snow tube. It had been an unexpectedly fabulous morning with a wholly unexpected guy. She kept thinking she had him pegged, then he’d say or do something to turn her assumptions on their ears.
Well, they do have that saying about assuming, she mused.
Being wrong had never been so appealing. Except for that almost kiss. She’d been certain he was going to do it, and she’d welcomed it. There was no qu
