“No, but it’s...new. It might be nothing. Or it might be a thing.” She knew she was blushing furiously now, because she kind of wanted it to be a thing. She’d even scheduled a shoot for a sports gear client at Saddle Mountain next week, hoping she’d run into him.
“Now it all comes clear,” Lydia said, laughing at Darcy’s flaming cheeks. “We know what Darcy wants for Christmas.”
“Hey—”
“And you can’t smack me,” Lydia said. “No smacking the pregnant sister.”
Logan paced back and forth on the train platform, stomping his feet and swinging his arms across his chest in order to stay warm. A cold front had arrived the night before, and it hovered like an alien spaceship, beaming wintry weather down on Willow Lake. A fresh dumping of new snow blanketed the town, and the sun was trying to break through, offering glimpses of frigid blue sky. The fresh snow was a boon for Saddle Mountain, which had opened with great fanfare the first Saturday of December. The place had been busy ever since, teeming with locals and tourists, visitors from the city, people who loved the bright chill of winter and the exhilaration of a day on the slopes.
He hadn’t taken a day—or even more than a few hours—off since the ribbon had been cut by the town mayor at the base of the main chairlift. This day was special, though. In a kind of terrible way. Maya Martin was bringing her kids to stay with him for the next two months.
The cold bit at his earlobes. He tugged his hat down lower and paced a little faster, stimulated by nerves as well as the temperature. He couldn’t imagine what Maya must be feeling right now. How did you tell your kids goodbye for two whole months? Sure, he had a similar challenge with Charlie every time he sent him to his mom’s, but the circumstances were never as extreme as Maya faced.
They would not be allowed to visit her. She had insisted on this. She didn’t want her children brought to the concrete-and-razor-wire-surrounded facility to be frisked and questioned and then ushered into some cheerless, monitored holding room where they would undoubtedly watch her fall apart, only to be escorted away in tears.
After agreeing to take the kids, Logan had gone down to the city a couple of times to see Andre and to meet Angelica, his younger sister, so she wouldn’t feel so completely foisted off on a stranger. He’d submitted to screening questions and a background check by social services, intrusive but understandable. He couldn’t imagine what the children were feeling right now.
He checked his phone, scrolling through the photos on the screen to a shot of the little girl. She was aptly named, completely angelic, as beautiful as her mother, though in a tiny, seven-year-old-missing-two-front-teeth way.
The first time he’d met her, she had sung a song to him—her own rendition of Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way.” Little kids singing and smiling never failed to tug at the heartstrings. Little kids who had to be taken away from their mothers at Christmas didn’t just tug at the heart. They yanked until that fragile organ broke.
The train arrived, lumbering into the station with a steamy hiss and screech of brakes. Logan’s heart sped up. He wanted this to go well. He prayed the kids wouldn’t cry or worse, burst into hysterics.
He and Maya had a plan. They would drive together up to his new place on the mountain, get the kids settled in and then she’d say goodbye to them there. It seemed the least traumatic way to handle the situation.
The passenger car disgorged an eclectic mix of people—tourists and travelers, everyone bundled up for the cold. He was gratified to see a good number of skiers and snowboarders heading up to Saddle Mountain. The chalet was booked solid through the holidays.
Logan was determined to make not just a success of the resort, but a major success. He wanted to do it for the sake of accomplishing something, and to build something for the future. For Charlie. And yes, he could admit this—to prove to his father that it could be done.
“Well, well,” said a bright, cheery voice. “Now I feel like a VIP. It’s really nice of you to meet my train.”
Logan was amazed to see Darcy Fitzgerald, of all people, pulling a roll-aboard along the platform toward him. What the hell was she doing here?
His heart skipped a beat when she smiled at him. In the space of that one missed heartbeat, everything came back to him—the laughter and fun they’d had last time they were together. Surfing in the Florida sunshine. The beach. The kiss. He had thought about that kiss for days.
He should have called her. But he’d let himself get busy. First there was the process of getting Charlie on his flight to his mom’s. Then there was the return to Avalon to oversee the opening of the resort. He also had to work with Maya on the plan to take care of her children. Time had gotten away from him, and eventually, it just seemed awkward to chase Darcy down. She probably didn’t want to hear from him, anyway.
And yet here she was, appearing without notice, like a surprise delivery.
She gave him a quick hug, her breath warm on his frozen cheek. Even through the layers of their jackets, he could feel her taut, athletic body. What the hell—? He tried to figure out the meaning of the hug. Was it the hug of his sister’s friend...or of a girl who was interested in him?
“I guess India told you I was coming.” She spoke rapidly, as if she was nervous. Or maybe just excited.
“Actually, I—” He stopped himself. Okay, this was crazy. She seemed to think he was here at the station for her. Trying to explain the situation with Maya’s kids would take more time than he had.
“This week turned out to be perfect timing for one of the firm’s clients.” Darcy definitely sounded excited now. “We’re going to shoot some video and photos of their snowboard gear with a holiday theme. I took your suggestion and organized everyone to come here instead of Gore or Whiteface. You were right about this place being perfect at the holidays.” Her eyes sparkled as she pushed back the hood of her parka and looked around the station. It was decked with swags of fresh greenery, lights and shiny ornaments. Carols streamed from hidden speakers.
“Anyway,” she said, “the photo crew we’ve booked is the best. They’ll make Saddle Mountain look like a dream, I swear. Everyone else drove up yesterday to get organized for the shoot, but I had some work stuff to take care of. We’re all going to rendezvous at the resort. Your assistant’s been really helpful in coordinating all this.”
Finally Logan put the pieces together. He had extended the invitation to Darcy, never dreaming she’d take him up on it. His assistant, the superefficient Brandi, had one mission—to deal with everything he didn’t have time to deal with, including public relations, which was probably why he hadn’t heard anything about Darcy’s project.
Suddenly he found himself getting very excited about this new wrinkle. Christmas was coming early this year, it seemed.
“That’s great,” he said.
“Which way is your car?” She looked toward the exit.
“Uh, yeah. I’m actually meeting someone else today,” he said, supremely uncomfortable. “I didn’t realize —”
“Oh!” Her cheeks turned red—even redder than they were from the cold. “Oh my gosh, that was totally presumptuous of me, to assume you’d come to give me a ride.”
“Any other time, I’d love to offer you a lift.” He cast about, trying to figure out when he could get together with her. With the arrival of Maya’s kids, it was going to be hard to carve out time to do anything. “It’s just that today, someone special is coming.”
“Oh.” The smile left her eyes, yet stayed frozen on her lips.
Those delicious ripe lips. He knew how soft they were, he knew they tasted like berry lip gloss; the memory had haunted him since he’d kissed her. He was an idiot. “I mean, not that you aren’t special, but, I mean—”
“Logan,” called Maya, waving from down the platform. She came walking toward him, towing her kids
