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. Despite the soreness in her lower back, she walked uphill carrying her skis. Her legs burned from too much exertion, but she forced herself to move. She wouldn't leave the slope until she found her poles. Lucas gave them to her. No, Lucas wasn't the reason why she wanted to find the poles, she told herself. Those poles were expensive.
    Last summer, she, Amy and Lucas had come here, enjoyed the Alpine walks, rode All Terrain Vehicles, visited deep old growth coastal hemlock-cedar forests and active bear dens that had her gripping Lucas arm afraid a mama bear would pounce on them. It had been a hot summer. Whistler looked totally different then. Instead of skis, motorbikes and ATV's were everywhere. The whole village had been busy with tourists, mountain bikers, and locals. She remembered stopping at the ski shop and looking around. She had told Amy and Lucas that she didn't know how to ski and would love to try it. Lucas nodded, went inside the store and bought a pair of skis. On their way back to the cabin, he handed her the wrapped skis and had said “for you."
    That night, while sitting on the floor and leaning against the couch, Lucas had laid his head on her lap and closed his eyes. He looked so relaxed with his ankles crossed and hands on his chest. Amy who had been sipping her cocoa complained that she was tired from their long walks and had to go to bed. She left her and Lucas in the candle lit living room
    Cara had watched him. With his eyes closed, she was able to take her fill. He had looked so devilishly handsome with his long and layered dark brown hair, its tips curling and pointing in every direction. His nose had a slight bump on the bridge but nevertheless straight. She had known he possessed dark blue eyes with a darker rim on the outside. She'd looked at him more than enough to know that. And his lips...she would have given anything to kiss those wide full lips.
    She had thought about touching him, but Lucas opened his eyes. For a moment, they had looked at each other before he lifted one hand to play with her shoulder length hair.
    "You have beautiful hair. Straight and feels like silk."
    "Pantene conditioner is my secret. Don't tell anyone."
    Lucas had smiled, tickling her cheek and nose with the tips of her hair. “Glad you're here. Did you leave anyone in Oregon crying because you're spending a few weeks of summer with us?"
    Cara had laughed softly. She played with his hair, combing it back with her fingers. “You know I don't have a boyfriend. If I do, I'll spend my waking hours with him and not here. And I wouldn't share lunch and dinner with you on a regular basis."
    "You'd do that? Spend your waking hours with your boyfriend?"
    "Of course. Wouldn't you?"
    "Uhm, baby, I don't have a boyfriend."
    "You know what I mean, silly. If you love someone, you'd want to have that someone within your reach."
    "But wouldn't you tire of each other's company?"
    "Not if I give my heart and soul to him. I would think. How about you? Left a trail of broken hearts?"
    "Of course. A lot of them are crying right now so you're lucky to be here with me."
    "Ha! I don't know if getting beat in card games and getting only half of a brownie because you and Amy gobbled it while it's still hot from the oven is considered lucky."
    "You don't need brownies. Bad for you.” He had taken her hand, placed it on his chest and laced their fingers together. “Stick to the strawberries and green apples."
    "You mean the apple peel and the green part of the strawberries. Last time I looked, the strainer was full of them.” She had shivered when Lucas laughed and bit the plump part of her palm.
    "I'm sorry, babe. Are we starving you here? Don't worry we'll go shopping tomorrow."
    "I'll hide the fruits in my room."
    "I don't think that would be a good idea. I love fruits, Cara.” He had kissed her fingers before rolling on his side with his face buried on her belly.
    The position had shocked Cara. She'd never been that intimate with a