“You’re gonna let me snowboard the whole hill? With Celeste?”
“If she’s willing to put up with you for that long.” Brodie looked questioningly at her.
“I’d love to.”
“Good. That means I might actually get ahead on my backlog of skis and boards to wax.”
“You won’t be coming with us?”
“I hadn’t planned on it.”
Celeste held his gaze for almost a minute, probing his sincerity. In their time together, he had given her a pretty firm impression that he didn’t trust too many people with his son, and she was deeply touched that he apparently trusted her enough to take Brendan down the slopes—something that had the potential to be dangerous. Impulsively, she rocked to her feet and threw her arms around Brodie’s neck.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Don’t know why you’re thanking me for foisting
