Tommy
Well, s**t and shinola! If I didn’t have all the f*****g luck. I was disgusted with myself for acting like a wimp. Damn, if I didn’t feel like holy hell.
I’d gotten to the edge of the hill and my damned trick knee had buckled, just like it had one time there at the end when I’d been bull riding. One minute my leg was planted under me as I stood on top of the rise, and the next I had a rubber knee and was butt to the ground, slip-sliding down the damned hill, plowing up snow with my body and choking on the flakes flying at me.
The wind exploded from my lungs as I landed so I couldn’t even cry out to VJ for help. I careened at the mercy of gravity, knowing this wasn’t going to be pretty nor comfortable. Then I blanked out for a sec, only to find VJ, gorgeous, wonderful VJ, huddled o
