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time they reached the top of the mountain, she'd be a dripping snowwoman.
    “No, haven’t been in school for a long time,” he said.
    “Oh. What do you do then?” she asked.
    “I work in the government.”
    The red headed girl’s green eyes widened. “You’re a secret agent?”
    Secret agent? Please. The girl had the brains of a turkey with its mouth wide open, drowning itself in the rain.
    “Marcy, just cuz he works for the government doesn’t mean he’s James Bond. God,” the other girl scolded.
    “What makes you think I’m not?” His eyes twinkled and his lips curled into a half smile.
    Both girls gasped.
    Light snow dusted the pine trees. In between the trees and near the roped off areas, deer, squirrel, weasel and rabbit tracks marred the snow. She stole a glance at him and he caught her. God, she hoped he couldn’t read her mind and know one look from him turned into her raging snow bunny. The curve of his mouth tempted her. She flushed, wanting to jump off the lift and follow the tracks, anything to get away from the hunk of a man who fueled unfamiliar feelings she had never experienced.
    The wind blew the trees, but failed to make the chairlift move faster. With each creak, the chair inched closer to the top and her chance to escape diminished. She needed time to regroup and get her thoughts out of the gutter before she did something really stupid.
    The lift slowed and Cassandra shot out of the chair, needing to douse the flaming desire within her. She headed for the run Rhapsody and swooshed over moguls and onto Main Vein. Skiing down Main Vein’s white highway, she passed skiers and snowboarders. Snow flew into her face, blurring her vision. The windy run beckoned her to move faster, testing her limits. Her body cooled.
    At Center Village, she skidded to a stop, snow spitting from her skis. A skier wearing black came up beside her. Oh, no. Cinnamon.
    Eric tilted his head at the mountain. ”You’re fast.”
    “I love to go fast. Why are you following me?” She half-hoped he was, half-hoped he wasn’t.
    He shrugged. “I guess I am.”
    “You are?”
    He nodded. “The Eagle lift is faster than the Flyer.”
    Damn it! He was just skiing to the next lift and she thought he was after her. She wished for an earthquake so she could jump inside a crevice. The man could have any woman here. She was just one flavor of ice cream.
    Eric had a straight face, but for a brief moment, merriment flashed in them. Was he teasing her? She gave him a small smile and skied away. “Oh, well, have a good day.”
    Luke wasn’t in the lift line. Good. She didn’t want him to see her falling over Eric. She’d caused him enough pain.
    She skied into the single line, but the same enticing masculine fragrance came behind her, fanning the flames within her again. She tensed. Of course, he’d go in this line. The man was single. Why, she had no idea.
    Eric skied up next to her and scanned around. “Where’s your friend?”
    He’d noticed Luke? “What friend?”
    “The one you were sitting with at breakfast?”
    His hypnotic eyes unnerved her as if he could see into her very soul. She had a sudden urge to tell him everything, her fears, her darkest secrets.
    “Is she here?”
    Fuck, don’t say it, don’t say her name. “What? Who?”
    “Lilly.”
    “Lilly? She had to leave on her business. How did you know her name?” Disappointment formed in her stomach.
    “I heard you mention her name at breakfast.”
    Why couldn’t she blink her eyes like I-Dream-Of-Jeannie and disappear. What else had he overheard?
    “What does she do?”
    “She’s a lawyer.” She chewed on her lip and waited for him to say something about how smart and beautiful Lilly was for the millionth time like all other men did.
    He leaned closer and whispered, “So, are you going to tell me your name? Or is it classified?”
    His sexy voice sent nips down her back and stoked the flames of desire again. She needed to get away from him