Page 102 of Teach Me How
I do my best to ignore Skyler, but he’s always there, just in my periphery. And that constant feed of glimpses is raising flags for me.
He’s favoring his right side, his movements grow stiffer by the minute. But he’s just as competitive as the other guys, probably more, and he’s pushing himself to the limit.
At this rate, he’s going to do some serious damage to that old injury.
I catch up to him, turn my hips so that my board scrapes to a stop beside him. “Hey…” I falter, trying to ignore the way those dark eyes burn into me. “You should take it easy.”
He cocks his head. “Okay.” He drags the word out and I flush.
“Is your right side bothering you?”
His expression hardens slightly, and he shrugs. “It’s fine.”
“Okay. Just… don’t injure yourself.”
He looks at me, opening his mouth to reply, but seems to change his mind.
Mitch slides up to us, spraying our legs with a sheet of snow. “We’re going up to Park Lane.”
He means the intermediate slops. I glance at the guys. “Think they can handle it?”
He scoffs at that. “No problem.”
Skyler starts to follow and I grab his coat sleeve. “Not you.”
He frowns, glancing down at my glove. When his gaze meets mine, there’s fire and challenge in those eyes.
Mitch visibly squirms. “You two can catch up later.”
Skyler watches Mitch walk away before turning back to me with arms crossed. “This better not be about the leg.”
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Skyler
Reese is spot on about the injury, and that pisses me off.
I’m only twenty-six and I’m already feeling the limits of my body. Even two years ago, I could push past the discomfort. Time has eroded my endurance. Made old pains feel fresh. I feel the consequences of ignoring the aches, of overcompensating with other ligaments and muscles. Those ligaments are groaning. Complaining. But I don’t want to call it already. We just got out here.
Reese is looking up at me with a very determined glower on that pretty face and putting up a fight feels a little like throwing a tantrum. She’s right, she knows she’s right. And if I don’t obey her now, she’ll give me hell later if I come back limping. Either way, she’s giving me hell, but if I go with her now, at least my leg won’t keep me up all night.
And besides, if she and I go back, I can get her alone.
So we can talk.
Nothing more.
I’d be lying if I didn’t think she made a sexy little snow bunny. I’ve been thinking about winding my hands underneath those snow coveralls to see how cozy and warm she feels.
“Skyler?” She snaps her fingers in front of my face.
My ears heat up. Thank God for stocking caps. “If my leg is bugging me, and that’s a bigif, what’s your suggestion?”
“Call it a day. We’ve already been out here for two hours.”
That surprises me. “We have?”
“Yes.” She says. “Go back to the loft. There’s a hot tub at the resort. You could soak it off and come out later. Or tomorrow. It’s already getting pretty late as it is.”