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    She pushed her way into the building, thankful that the locker room was empty. I must have looked like the world’s biggest fool out there!
    She quickly removed her ski gear and tucked it away in her locker, not bothering to stop the tears that coursed down her cheeks.
    I was the star in a bad joke! She thought about the first time she’d seen Evan this morning, and now that she knew his real identity, the similarities were obvious. The media pictures always showed him with brown hair and clean shaven. With that ridiculous golden hair and the three-days’ worth of stubble on his face, it was no wonder she hadn’t recognized him!
    She used the sink to splash cool water on her burning face and then mopped up her remaining tears. Her reflection in the mirror stared back at her as she put things into perspective. Evan had bet that other man five thousand dollars he could get her into bed.
    How embarrassing! She cringed when she realized how close she’d come to doing just that. And after only one kiss. It was the best kiss of your life, but still…
    She shook her head at her reflection and the next thought almost knocked her off her wobbly legs. Why had he backed off? Was her kiss so bad that he’d preferred to pay the five grand rather than suffer through having sex with her? God, just how bad of a kisser was she?
    Judging by his reaction, she’d believed he enjoyed the kiss as much as she had. A shiver ran through her body. She’d thought their kiss was off the charts, but apparently he hadn’t felt the same. He’d been willing to lose a five thousand dollar bet so that he didn’t have to be in her presence any longer.
    Charlene was so humiliated! She didn’t know what bothered her more, that she’d been used for their little game, or that he’d backed off after what she considered the hottest kiss ever.
    How am I supposed to walk around the village now, in danger of seeing Evan or that other guy at any time? There was only one more race to go, and this one was all for charity. The World Cup team will be gone in a few days. I’ll just hide in a hole till then.
    She hurried back to her apartment, not stopping to chat with anyone along the way. By the time she arrived, she was irritated and angry. She couldn’t quit thinking about him and that was infuriating!
    Darcy, her roommate was already home, when Charlene entered their apartment.  She tucked her head, not wanting to deal with anyone right now, but Darcy wasn’t to be ignored.
    “Hey! What happened to you? Do you want to talk?”
    Charlene shook her head, and headed for her bedroom where she stomped inside and slammed the door. I need to do something to get him off my mind. Resorting to her normal mode of blowing off steam, she slammed back out of her bedroom and into the bathroom. She began cleaning the shower, scrubbing it by hand, as she tried to get rid of her anger.
    Darcy knew better than to come bother her when Charlene cleaned the shower. She only did that when she was upset as hell. Charlene scrubbed and rinsed for a long time until she burned out some of the anger and felt like she could deal with the situation.
    Tossing the cleaning supplies back beneath the sink, she finally emerged from the bathroom with water logged hands. The moment she seated herself on the couch, Darcy came sprinting from her room and joined her.
    “So, what’s up?”
    “I met Evan Armstrong.”
    " The Evan Armstrong?" Darcy asked, hopping up from the couch in excitement. Charlene watched her move in a tizzy around the room, talking a mile a minute, “That is so cool. He’s like the sexiest skier ever. Scorching hot. And three times world champion."
    “Yes.”
    "Is he as gorgeous as they say?"
    Charlene saw the gleam in her roommate’s eyes, just before she closed hers and sighed, “He’s super sexy.”
    Darcy made a lovesick face, “You are so lucky. I never meet any hunky guys. So, what’s he like? Did he ask you out? Did you get cozy with him up on the