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through the main hallways of the hotel until they’d reached one of the more public entrances closer to the guest parking area.
    Trevor would have preferred to simply walk around the giant building, finding the light fall of snow and chill in the air bracing. But in the short time they’d been outdoors, Haylie’s and Bradley’s cheeks had already turned pink with cold, and Trevor didn’t want to risk either of them getting sick or frostbitten, so he’d opted for taking the partially heated shortcut past God knew how many inquiring eyes.
    As if having a strange woman pop up in his office with a baby she claimed to be his wasn’t bad enough, the idea that someone might find out about this latest wrench in the works and splash it across the front page of every rag tabloid in Colorado and beyond was enough to give him an ulcer and high blood pressure. All he could do was hope that the people they passed were mere tourists and not some form of despicable paparazzi disguised as guests in an effort to dig up dirt on the Jarrods yet again.
    All he needed was for the three of them to wend their way through the buzzing center of the main hotel and out to the parking lot without being waylaid by anyone who might be curious about Haylie’s identity.
    At least it didn’t look as though he and Haylie were together. She was walking off to the side two paces behind him, and they weren’t doing anything telling like holding hands. For all onlookers knew, he was simply showing a VIP guest to her lodge personally.
    Although, he had to admit that the urge to reach out and clasp her hand was there.
    Not because he was attracted to her. He gave a mental snort. Nothing as ridiculous as that.
    No, it was just that she wasn’t exactly wearing the most sensible winter boots. He doubted they had much tread on them at all, and the ground was slippery.
    For that matter, the parts of the resort’s flooring that weren’t covered in rugs or carpeting could be slippery if they got wet, too. It wasn’t worth the risk of a lawsuit to have anyone fall and hurt themselves on Jarrod Ridge property, and he certainly didn’t want Haylie to lose her footing and chance dropping Bradley. Whether the baby turned out to be his or not, he would never want to see a child hurt.
    They were halfway across the lobby, exit in sight, and he thought they might just make it.
    And…no such luck. Trevor gave a low curse beneath his breath as he saw his brother Guy bearing down on them.
    Guy was their other brother Blake’s fraternal twin, as well as Jarrod Ridge’s main restaurateur-slash-food guru. Or as the Jarrod boys liked to tease, their chief cook and bottle washer. The resort boasted four restaurants and six bars, all of which Guy helped to oversee.
    Food might be Guy’s specialty, but because Trevor was in charge of resort-wide marketing, most publicity related to the restaurants fell under his umbrella. And though their largest public affair—the Food and Wine Gala—was behind them for another year, that didn’t mean they weren’t constantly working on other events, tossing around other ideas.
    At the moment, he and Guy were trying to organize specialty menus and advertising for a sort of “world tour” of the Manor’s eateries. Chagall’s would cover a taste of France, Emilio’s would cover a taste of Italy, The Golden Palace would cover a taste of China, and so on.
    Guy could have picked a better time to bother him about it, though.
    Stopping in his tracks—in the middle of the damn lobby, no less—Trevor braced himself for Guy’s approach and prayed Haylie would have the sense to keep her mouth shut.
    “Hey,” his brother greeted him.
    Three years older than Trevor and only an inch or so shorter, he was dressed in black slacks and a plain white button-down shirt. Casual, and yet not quite as casual as Trevor’s current post-ski-slope attire.
    His brown hair, which he normally wore a bit long and unkempt, was cut short and neatly styled.