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she’d be fidgeting and he’d know for sure she was a nervous Nelly.
    He laughed. “Change of plans. I work here now, just on the weekends.” He winked. “I’m not making you nervous, am I? Or are you just feeling guilty?”
    She wanted to disappear into the snow bank.
    Flashing his scanner over her pass attached to her jacket, he peered behind her. “You’re actually single? Or did you just ditch some other guy and break his heart too?”
    Her words got stuck in her throat. She didn’t know if she wanted to apologize or blast him for sleeping with Diane right under her nose. She brushed past him, not saying a word. His cheating still tore at her heart and she was tired of getting blamed.
    Great, now the damn presence had tracked her here. She’d just have to pretend it wasn’t there and pretend she wasn't abnormal and pretend she wasn't psychic.
    But it followed her like a damn shadow. Show yourself. Damn it.
    The ski attendant waved for her to join three people standing in line and she skied up next to them.
    “Well, hello again. It’s Mrs. Smiley. Following me?”
    She stared into the same sultry eyes. A shiver of desire ripped through her and she hoped he hadn’t noticed. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and mold her body to his. He’d make sure she was safe.
    But it wasn’t just safety on her mind. His black parka and pants fit his body like a wet suit. Devilish lips made her heart quicken.
    She bristled. “You!”
     

 
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    The man flashed his gazed over her. “The way you were eyeing me this morning, I thought I’d better introduce myself. Eric Wyvern. And you are?”
    That man didn’t exist. He wasn't real. “I wasn’t staring at you this morning.”
    He cocked his eyebrow and all but called her a liar.
    Not caring if she was being rude, she butted in front of them. She was tired of looking like an idiot and every flaw pointed out. First by Lilly. And now him.
    The creaking chairlift slowed, rounded the corner then picked up speed. The seat slammed into the back of her knees, pushing Cassandra forward. A strong hand grabbed her arm and plopped her onto the seat.
    “It came too fast.” She freed her arm and stared ahead. Blood rushed to her cheeks. She must resemble a cherry on top of a vanilla sundae.
    “Do you want the safety bar down?”
    “Yes.” She needed something to steady herself. Otherwise she’d melt on the chairlift and drip onto the unsuspecting skiers below.
    Below, beginning skiers snowplowed while experienced ones jumped off bumps, flew into the air with their legs tucked under them and poles close to their sides, and landed without skipping a beat. The last time she’d tried, she landed flat on her butt. Luke and she had burst out laughing.
    Happier times.
    On the chair lift, Cassandra was stuck sitting next to Eric. On the other side of Eric were two young girls who kept giggling and whispering to each other. They were practically drooling over Eric as if he had been voted Sexist Man Alive by People magazine. One of them asked, “So, are you from Denver?”
    Eric shifted in his seat. Cassandra couldn’t help inhaling his masculine scent. She pretended to be fascinated by the skiers and snowboarders. He brushed his arm against hers, creating a shimmering heat between her thighs, and hot sweat broke out over her. Her clammy palms broiled inside her gloves.
    “Yes, I’m from Denver,” he answered. The huskiness in his voice flooded her with sudden heat. What was it with this man and his velvety voice? She fought the urge to run her hands over his ski parka. She’d always been aloof, remote, detached from men, but with Eric, she wanted to touch and kiss him.
    “We are too,” the girl replied. “Do you go to school?”
    He cocked his eyebrow. “School?”
    “Dude, I mean, like, do you go to college?”
    He laughed, sending shivers down her back. Her perspiration shot up a notion. Long underwear stuck to her body and she squirmed on the chair. By the