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After a night of barely any sleep, they spent the next morning on the slopes. Then came a quick lunch, over which they debated whether to ski more or screw more.
Lyle was thrilled that skiing came in second.
Back in the suite, he popped the cork on the bottle of champagne the concierge had gifted them. The penthouse was spectacular, with one hundred and eighty degree views through floor-to-ceiling glass windows and power-operated drapes for privacy. Every room had a flat screen TV and a minibar. In the living room, three tiled steps led down to an enormous sunken hot tub. Steam hovered above the surface of the water, seductive and tempting.
Even so, he preferred Rocky Peak Lodge.
“It’s nice to be alone,” he murmured as he drew her into his arms. “Let’s not leave until ski o’clock t
