![]() ![]() And almost went head over ass as his boot clipped something solid. She shivered as wind whistled around them the cold air was sharp and crisp yet somehow refreshing. He was the sorest loser in the history of ever, which made it so much fun to win. Jaime just snorted, taking a moment to apply some lip balm. “How could I cheat at sliding down a slope?” “Only because the last time we went skiing you sulked whenever I beat you,” she said, batting snow from her hat and hair with thick gloves. ![]() “No, you’re delaying going to the slopes.” He fisted a hand in her snowsuit and hauled her to her feet. “I’m making snow angels,” she told him cheerily. Skis and pole in hand, he walked to his mate the snow crunched beneath his heavy ski boots. His mate never did anything he asked her to do. “Jaime, get off the floor.” But she didn’t. ![]() The sight might have been cute if it wasn’t for one thing. Turning away from the idyllic view of snow covered slopes, rocky mountains, and snowcapped trees, Dante saw a group of chuckling little girls flat on their backs, making snow angels. ![]()
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