Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
I couldn’t take credit for that but I could take credit for some of the cute items in her current wardrobe.
Stylist? Hmm. I’d put that on the list even though it sounded incredibly unrealistic. It would be a fun career though. Or maybe I’d get bored.
Och, I didn’t know.
I’d think about it in the morning because it would only stress me out before dinner.
The restaurant was on the same floor as my suite so it didn’t take me long to wander down the corridor to it. When I got there Catie and Kyle still hadn’t arrived so the host led me to the bar, where I slipped onto a stool to wait for them. I gazed around the restaurant. It was contemporary but warm in its use of natural materials and mixed metals. As Catie had already warned me it was packed with people. She and Kyle had booked us a table for dinner every night before our arrival but I wasn’t planning on joining them every night. They needed alone time at some point. And although I could see larger groups dining out together there was a romantic feel about the place. Between the soft lighting and the huge, wide windows at the back of the restaurant that provided a fabulous view over the ski hill, it was definitely a perfect place to be with someone you wanted to flirt with over dinner.
“What can I get you?”
I turned at the male voice and found the bartender, a guy around my age, smiling at me. “Oh. A glass of your house red, please.”
“Well, I’d know that Scottish accent anywhere,” a deep, familiar voice uttered behind me and I turned slightly and felt my stomach dip as the most beautiful man I’d ever seen in my life slid onto the stool next to mine.
Even though I hadn’t seen all of his face this morning I knew who he was.
Hudson Ward. The instructor I’d kneed in the ’nads.
Oh my God.
Holy Moly…
And now I was staring.
But in all fairness he was staring intensely back at me and with the most delicious blue eyes. He had thick dark brown hair that he left just long enough to curl at the nape of his neck.
Then there were those eyes. A rich cobalt blue framed with not long but thick, black lashes.
As for his face with his cut cheekbones, wide, square jaw, and full mouth, he was the picture of masculine beauty. If it weren’t for the slight crook in his nose that suggested it had been broken at some point, his unshaven face, and his imposing build, he might have been too perfect.
But he wasn’t. He was gorgeous with an edge. He had faint laughter lines around his eyes and I guessed him at around my brother’s age—about thirty years old or so. He wore a black dress shirt open at the collar and black suit trousers. There was no part of his outfit that said “I’m trying” and he looked effortlessly hot.
Between his immense attractiveness and the fact that I’d embarrassed myself in front of him I felt unusually defensive. “May I help you?”
He seemed not in the least perturbed by my tone. Instead he turned to the bartender. “A red for the lady, a beer for me.”
“You got it.” The bartender wandered off to do as bid.
Hudson’s lips curled up at the corners as he angled his body toward mine. “You’re the girl who flattened me today.”
“One, I’m a woman, not a girl.”
His lids lowered as his gaze dipped down my body and leisurely back up again in a way that forced me to hide a shiver of desire.
What. The. Hell.
“Two”—I was pretty sure my voice now sounded hoarse—“I don’t weigh enough to flatten you. Have you seen you?”
When he returned his gaze to my eyes there was a heat in his he didn’t bother hiding. “You’re right. Poor choice of words.”
Unsure how to deal with his blatant interest considering he was the sexiest man I’d ever met and I definitely had not come to Colorado for a fling, I willed the bartender to come back.
In fact, I willed Catie and Kyle to hurry the heck up.
“I don’t get it,” Hudson said.
“Get what?”
“I was around the other side of the bar, saw you walk in. Didn’t know you were the woman from today. You glide across the restaurant in a pair of sky-high heels like you’re barefooted. No way, you walking in here with all that grace, I’d know you were the woman that took me out on the slopes today.”
My cheeks burned, not only at his compliment but at his teasing. “I’m not good on skis,” I replied through gritted teeth.
“Oh, I got that.” He grinned.
God, even his grin, slightly crooked like his nose, was bloody sexy. Not fair, Universe! My staring at him like an idiot made his smile disappear. His eyes narrowed slightly. “You waiting on someone?”