She downed a stiff good morning glass of sherry in the dining hall, then headed for the ski rental shop. If Grandpa could carve up the slopes at ninety-two, she could handle them at twenty-nine. And the sooner she asked him Theodora’s immortal question and had the lodge signed over to her, the sooner she could put up some kind of professional blockade on Doreen staying. She didn’t want to think about the chaos her lodger might cause.
Ben asked if she’d ever skied or boarded before. Jessica gave a confident shake of her head, because how hard could it be? All you had to do was point downhill and slide. Easy. With a knowing smile Ben lent her a staff snowboard, showed her how to strap it on, then offered her a couple of pieces of protective gear which she refused. He then politely suggested
