Chapter 11

The next morning, a smiling Jean stood waiting, poles and skis stabbed into the snow, arms crossed as heleaned one shoulder against the door to the lift mechanism.

Riley felt the usual sensual rush when seeing him, then irritation replaced it at the nerve he had in coming here. As if things would be the same as before he’d dumped—no, abandoned—her.

Holding in check the tongue-lashing she wanted to pour on him, she answered his question of last night. “Yes, I sure as hell yelled at you yesterday. You ignored the sign saying the trails were closed. None of them had been groomed and no one told any of us we’d have an Olympian training here. I didn’t recognize it was you from that distance, but I’d have shouted anyway.”

He laughed. “Such a tigress you were, defending your territory.”

She bristled. “That’s my job. You know damn well, if you’d been hurt, the resort would’ve been liable…sign or not.”

“Hey. I apologize. I was eager to get out there because I hadn’t trained for a while.”