19
Gracie worked off most of her anger during her brisk ski back to the lodge. Pretty soon all the snow would melt away, so she’d come back to Rocky Peak just in time for one last ski from the hunter’s cabin to the lodge, a route she knew by heart.
Of course, she’d be here next winter. And the next. Her brief adventure outside the boundaries of Rocky Peak had been a bit of a disaster. Only a few months on her own and she’d walked away from a job and gotten her heart smashed to smithereens.
I have a crush on you.
Oh yeah?
She cringed at the memory. Oh yeah? What kind of thing was that to say, especially in the amused tone of voice Mark had used? As if she was baring her heart just to entertain him?
It was official. Her crush was dead. If it wasn’t completely, totally dead, she’d have
