that apparently I looked like jail-bait.
“Tequila?” said a voice from behind me. “A girl after my own heart.”
I turned and looked up, and up. An honest-to-goodness guy stood behind me, one not wearing a lumberman jacket. Dark brown hair curled along his forehead and temples. He looked nothing like Kyler—stockier and broader.
Perfect.
“You’re a fan of tequila?” I asked, finally finding my voice. An easy smile appeared. “Nothing warms you quite as fast as tequila. You need that around here.”
“You’re a local?”
He nodded. “I work here during the winters.”
“Ski instructor?”
“How’d you guess?”
Thinking about my desire to hook up with a ski instructor earlier, I almost laughed. The shot of tequila landed on the bar top and I took it. I might not be a total lush like everyone else, but I knew how to take a shot. Tipping my head back, I put the small glass to my lips. What I hadn’t expected was for my throat to catch fire.
The tequila coursed down my throat like gasoline and spilled into my insides. Eyes watering, I turned back to the bar, dragging in deep gulps of air, desperately trying to stop my gag reflex. “Holy shit…”
Mr. Ski Instructor laughed as he patted my back. “You okay? The first shot is usually brutal.”
“Yeah,” I gasped, blinking the tears out of my eyes. Once I was sure I wasn’t going to hurl it back up on him, I turned around. “Wow.”
He grinned. “It’s not that bad.”
“Oh no, not at all.” I think I was already flammable.
“I haven’t introduced myself,” he said, sticking out a free hand. A bottle of beer occupied the other. “My name is Zach.”
“Sydney.” I shook his hand. His palm was slightly calloused.
He held onto my hand for a little longer than necessary. When he finally did let go, he propped a hip against the bar. “So, you’re obviously not a local.”
“No.” I tucked my hair back and smiled.
“You with him?” He gestured over his shoulder toward Kyler with a jerk of his chin. When I nodded, he cocked his head to the side. “Friends, or…?”
“Friends,” I answered automatically, and the burn of tequila seemed to lessen the sting of saying that.
Zach’s brows rose. “I don’t think I’ve known Kyler to be just friends with a pretty girl before.”
His compliment was lost in the reality of his statement. “Well, I’ve known Kyler for all my life.” I took a breath and let it slowly. “So you know Kyler?”
He nodded. “I don’t know him very well, just from the times he comes up here. So… is it just you two?”
“We’re up here for a couple of days with some friends. Well, most of them haven’t made it up here yet. I’m from Hagerstown.”
“Oh. Pretty cool town.” He took a sip of his beer. “Where are your friends at?”
“Outside of Frederick,” I told him as I glanced over my shoulder. I couldn’t see Kyler through the mess of people. Not that I was looking for him. “They hit the snow so they’re going to try to come up tomorrow.”
Zach shook his head. “Ah, I don’t know if they’re going to make it. The snow is supposed to move in here overnight and they’re saying it’s going to be a huge storm.”
I was so not trying to think about that.
His easy smile spread, and I realized that he was really good looking. “Think it’s time for a second shot? It’s on me.”
My gaze flicked past Zach, to where Kyler was, still with Sexy Sasha. He wasn’t paying any attention to her now, though. Instead he was staring at me like he was seconds away from getting up and storming across the bar and telling me I was up past my bedtime.
He wouldn’t dare.
Kyler’s eyes narrowed.
He would.
A couple of months ago, while out celebrating my birthday and during one of the very rare times I did drink, he’d made me go home before I even got to the second Sex on the Beach, citing something along the lines that the crowd at the club was getting too rowdy.
Anger and
“Tequila?” said a voice from behind me. “A girl after my own heart.”
I turned and looked up, and up. An honest-to-goodness guy stood behind me, one not wearing a lumberman jacket. Dark brown hair curled along his forehead and temples. He looked nothing like Kyler—stockier and broader.
Perfect.
“You’re a fan of tequila?” I asked, finally finding my voice. An easy smile appeared. “Nothing warms you quite as fast as tequila. You need that around here.”
“You’re a local?”
He nodded. “I work here during the winters.”
“Ski instructor?”
“How’d you guess?”
Thinking about my desire to hook up with a ski instructor earlier, I almost laughed. The shot of tequila landed on the bar top and I took it. I might not be a total lush like everyone else, but I knew how to take a shot. Tipping my head back, I put the small glass to my lips. What I hadn’t expected was for my throat to catch fire.
The tequila coursed down my throat like gasoline and spilled into my insides. Eyes watering, I turned back to the bar, dragging in deep gulps of air, desperately trying to stop my gag reflex. “Holy shit…”
Mr. Ski Instructor laughed as he patted my back. “You okay? The first shot is usually brutal.”
“Yeah,” I gasped, blinking the tears out of my eyes. Once I was sure I wasn’t going to hurl it back up on him, I turned around. “Wow.”
He grinned. “It’s not that bad.”
“Oh no, not at all.” I think I was already flammable.
“I haven’t introduced myself,” he said, sticking out a free hand. A bottle of beer occupied the other. “My name is Zach.”
“Sydney.” I shook his hand. His palm was slightly calloused.
He held onto my hand for a little longer than necessary. When he finally did let go, he propped a hip against the bar. “So, you’re obviously not a local.”
“No.” I tucked my hair back and smiled.
“You with him?” He gestured over his shoulder toward Kyler with a jerk of his chin. When I nodded, he cocked his head to the side. “Friends, or…?”
“Friends,” I answered automatically, and the burn of tequila seemed to lessen the sting of saying that.
Zach’s brows rose. “I don’t think I’ve known Kyler to be just friends with a pretty girl before.”
His compliment was lost in the reality of his statement. “Well, I’ve known Kyler for all my life.” I took a breath and let it slowly. “So you know Kyler?”
He nodded. “I don’t know him very well, just from the times he comes up here. So… is it just you two?”
“We’re up here for a couple of days with some friends. Well, most of them haven’t made it up here yet. I’m from Hagerstown.”
“Oh. Pretty cool town.” He took a sip of his beer. “Where are your friends at?”
“Outside of Frederick,” I told him as I glanced over my shoulder. I couldn’t see Kyler through the mess of people. Not that I was looking for him. “They hit the snow so they’re going to try to come up tomorrow.”
Zach shook his head. “Ah, I don’t know if they’re going to make it. The snow is supposed to move in here overnight and they’re saying it’s going to be a huge storm.”
I was so not trying to think about that.
His easy smile spread, and I realized that he was really good looking. “Think it’s time for a second shot? It’s on me.”
My gaze flicked past Zach, to where Kyler was, still with Sexy Sasha. He wasn’t paying any attention to her now, though. Instead he was staring at me like he was seconds away from getting up and storming across the bar and telling me I was up past my bedtime.
He wouldn’t dare.
Kyler’s eyes narrowed.
He would.
A couple of months ago, while out celebrating my birthday and during one of the very rare times I did drink, he’d made me go home before I even got to the second Sex on the Beach, citing something along the lines that the crowd at the club was getting too rowdy.
Anger and
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