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he'd been working on as an undercover agent, one that had forced him to stop thinking about Cara, he hadn't had a chance to call her. With his job, he didn't have any time to reminisce, to dream of her. But he had seen her face when death had come close to him during one of the raids. Cara had given him the strength to stay alive. It was she who had made him fire his gun to save his own life. The month he hadn't seen her made him realize what he felt for her was akin to love.
    And this woman he loved had been ignoring him, had dated a different man and had decided to ski alone. He loved his job and not once had he regretted becoming a DEA agent. But Cara had tapped his cement-strong dedication, questioned that maybe he should have said no to going to Florida and stayed with her instead. They would have been having fun right now. Instead he worried something bad happened to her.
    Good thing Amy was quick to realize why he had to find Cara and agreed to give Rochelle a ride back to the cabin. He could follow Cara and drag her beautiful butt back where she should be. He didn't give a reindeer's crap whether Rochelle complained or not about him leaving her alone. He would follow Cara to hell and back if he had to.
    Whistler Mountain, like any other mountain, had treacherous, challenging slopes. Even the easy ones were hard on beginners like Cara.
    Lucas lowered his goggles and positioned himself for the descent. Devil's jump was one of the three difficult runs in Whistler. He looked down at the steep slope. Why would Cara take this run? Damn that woman ! When he found her he'd wring her lovely neck and shut her up with a kiss.
    He dialed Cara's cell the second time. After the third ring, his call transferred to an automated machine—again. Where the heck was she? Taking her time going down the slope or was she stuck somewhere? He hoped it was the first. It had been forty-five minutes since the lift stopped taking skiers up the mountain. The usher in an elf suit told him Cara went down minutes before he closed the lift, which meant she must be somewhere on the slope.
    He hoped Steve the elf would follow his direction. Wait ten minutes. If Cara's face didn't show up, then call for help.
    Devil's Jump. What the hell was she thinking? This was her first time skiing. Why try the hardest route? Lucas planted his poles and pushed hard.
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Chapter Two
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    The cold snow penetrated her ski suit. If she didn't get up soon, she'd probably greet the New Year with pneumonia. She didn't want that. She was here to celebrate Christmas and to have fun, not get beaten down by jealousy.
    It took a moment to gather her strength to get up. When she did, her foot and back screamed don't move . She ignored the pain. Pain was for ninnies and she wasn't one. She dropped a vase on her foot one time and didn't cry, although her toenail died instantly. A bully in her sixth grade class named Norma Jean punched her on the forehead because she refused to give up her role as Rudolph in the school's Christmas show. She didn't cry, but punched Norma in the gut, which ended her reign as the school bully. She'd been a fighter. Why stop now? If Lucas wanted to flaunt his girlfriend in front of her, she could do that, too. She'd call Rick to join her here. How about that?
    She traced back the path to find her missing poles. She couldn't believe how far she'd tumbled. Luckily, she didn't land on the edge of the run where the soft part of the snow could bury her alive. How far was she from here to the bottom of the hill? What if I go back up? She looked at the lift. It had been shut off. The only way home was by skiing down Devil's Jump.
    "I could walk down."
    The air had turned colder and the horizon bright orange, painting the skyline with magnificent colors of yellow, purple, orange and gray. The mixture of colors gave the view a very somber look. She wondered if Lucas and Rochelle were looking at the setting sun, too.
    Ah! Forget him