Nobody But You

  No, Aidan’s older brother had not told him a thing, which raised the question.

  Why?

  “How did you hear?” Aidan asked.

  “Lenny. He caught the gossip at the resort. Your family runs the place. How did you not hear this?”

  Lenny had gone to high school with them and now worked at the Kincaid resort as a big-equipment driver. Aidan stared at Mitch, unable to process that everyone had known before him.

  Lily Danville…Damn. Turning, he started to walk away.

  “It’s no big deal,” Mitch said. “It’s not like you’re seeing Shelly anymore, right? You’re a free agent, so if you want to try to get Lily back…Hey, wait up.”

  Aidan didn’t wait. And it was true he wasn’t seeing Shelly anymore. Technically, they’d never been “seeing” each other. They’d had a satisfying physical relationship whenever they both felt like it, and neither of them had felt like it in more than a month now. He hadn’t thought about her once since.

  But Lily Danville…

  He hadn’t seen her in forever, and yet he still thought about her way too often.

  “Hold up,” Mitch called out. “Your half of the gear’s still—” He broke off when Aidan kept walking. “Seriously?” And when Aidan didn’t so much as look back, Mitch swore and worked to gather the load, making some of the newbies help. He was quiet on the ride back to the station but only because they weren’t alone and also he was playing a game on his phone.

  Aidan reached over and swiped his finger across Mitch’s screen.

  Mitch swore, nearly lost the phone out the window, and then turned to glare at Aidan. “You owe me a Candy Crush life.”

  “Tell me more about Lily being back.”

  “Oh, now you want to talk? You done pouting then?”

  When Aidan just gave him the I-can-kick-your-ass gaze, Mitch grinned. “You know you were.”

  “It’s all over Facebook,” one of the guys said from the back. “The news about Lily.”

  “Aidan forgot his password,” Mitch said. “A year ago.”

  Aidan ignored him, mostly because his brain was on overload. Lily. Back in town…

  He’d long ago convinced himself that whatever he’d felt for her all those years ago had been just a stupid teenage boy thing.

  Seemed he was going to get a chance to test out that theory, ready or not.

  As a cop and head of ski patrol at the Cedar Ridge Resort, Hudson Kincaid has seen everything. But a pretty, dark-eyed novice skier stuck at the top of the mountain’s most dangerous run is about to rock his world in ways he never expected…

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  My Kind of Wonderful

  Chapter 1

  The wind whistled through the high Colorado Rocky Mountain peaks, stirring up a dusting of snow as light as the powdered sugar on the donut that Hudson Kincaid was stuffing into his face as he rode the ski lift.

  Breakfast of champions, and in three minutes when he hit the top of Cedar Ridge, he’d have the adrenaline rush to go with it. As head of ski patrol, he’d already had his daily before-the-asscrack-of-dawn debriefing with his crew. They’d set up the fencing and ropes to keep skiers safe and in the proper runs. They’d checked all the sleds to make sure their equipment was in working order.

  Now he had time for one quick run before they ran rescue drills for a few hours, and then he was on to a board meeting—aka fight with his siblings. One run, ten glorious minutes to himself, and he was going to make it Devil’s Face, the most challenging on the mountain.

  Go big or go home. That was the Kincaid way.

  Just then the radio at his hip chirped news about a report of someone in trouble at the top of Devil’s Face, and Hud shook his head.

  So much for a few minutes to himself.

  Ah, well, it was the life, his life, and he’d chosen it. At the top of the lift, he hit the snow at a fast clip. He’d seen a lot here on their mountain and even more on his monthly shifts as a cop in town. It was safe to say that not much surprised him anymore.

  So when three minutes later he found a girl sitting just off-center at the top of Devil’s Face, her skis haphazardly stuck into the snow at her side, he didn’t even blink.

  Her down jacket was sunshine yellow, her helmet cherry red. She sat with her legs pulled up to her chest, her chin on her knees, wearing ski boots as neon green as neon green could get and staring contemplatively at the heart-stopping view in front of her.

  Hud stopped a few feet away so as to not startle her, but she didn’t budge. He looked around to make sure this was the person of interest. Sharp, majestic snow-covered peaks in a three-hundred-sixty-degree vista. Pine-scented air so pure that at this altitude it hurt to breathe. There was no one else up here. They were on top of the world.

  Not smart on her part. The weather had been particularly volatile lately. Right now it was clear as a bell and a crisp thirty degrees, but that could change in a blink. High winds were forecasted, as was another foot of snow by midnight. But even if a storm wasn’t due to move in, no one should ski alone. And especially no one should ski alone on Devil’s Face, a thirty-five-hundred-foot vertical run that required a great deal of skill and in return promised dizzying speeds. There was a low margin for error up here, where one little mistake could mean a trip to the ER.

  Even Hud didn’t ski alone. He had staff all over this place—a few of them at the ski patrol outpost only a few hundred yards away, another group at the ski lift he’d just left, even more patrolling the resort boundaries—all of them connected to each other by constant radio contact.

  “Hey,” he called out. “You okay?”

  Nothing.

  Hud glided on his skis the last few feet between them and touched her shoulder.

  She jerked and craned her neck, at the same time pulling off her helmet and yanking out her earbuds. Tinny music burst out from them loud enough to make him wonder if she still had any hearing at all.

  “Sorry,” she said. “Did you say something?”

  Not a girl but a woman, and without her helmet, Hud realized he’d actually seen her before. Earlier that morning she’d been in the parking lot, sitting on the back bumper of her car and pulling on her ski boots, all while singing along with the radio to the new Ed Sheeran song. He couldn’t tell now behind her dark sunglasses, but he knew she had eyes the color of today’s azure sky and that she shouldn’t give up her day job to become a singer because she couldn’t hold a tune. “I asked if you’re okay,” he said.

  She removed her sunglasses and gave him a sassy look that said the question was ridiculous.

  She’d worn a tight ski cap beneath her helmet, also cherry red, with no hair visible and enough layers of clothing that she was utterly shapeless. But that didn’t matter. Her bright eyes sparkled with something that looked a whole lot like the best kind of trouble.

  He’d been running ski patrol for years now and had been a cop for long enough that he was good at reading people, often before they said a word. It was all in the posture, in the little tells, he’d learned.

  Such as all the layers she wore. Yes, it was winter, and yes, it was the Rocky Mountains, but thirty degrees was downright balmy compared with last week’s mid-teens. Most likely she wasn’t from around here.

  And then there was the slightly unsure posture that said she was at least a little bit out of her element and knew it. Her utter lack of wariness told him something else, too, that probably wherever she’d come from, it hadn’t been a big city.

  None of which explained why she was sitting alone on one of the toughest mountains in the country. Maybe…dumped by a boyfriend after a fight on the lift? Separated from a pack of girlfriends and just taking a quick break? Hell, despite appearances, maybe she was some kind of a daredevil out here on a bet or a whim.

  Or maybe she was simply a nut job. As he knew, nut jobs came in all shapes and sizes, even mysterious cuties with heart-stopping eyes. “So are you?” he asked. ??
?Okay?”

  Her smile faded some. “Do I not look okay?”

  Hud had a sister and a mom, so he recognized a trick question when he heard one and knew better than to touch it with a ten-foot pole. Instead, he swept his gaze over her but saw no visible injuries. Then again, he couldn’t see much given all the layers. “You’re not hurt.”

  “No, that’s not the problem.” She paused. “I guess you’re probably wondering what is the problem.”

  “Little bit,” he admitted.

  She rolled her eyes. “Did you know that people who don’t understand ski maps, or maps at all, shouldn’t ski alone?”

  “No one should ski alone,” he said, but then her words sank in and he pulled off his sunglasses and stared at her in incredulous disbelief. “Are you saying you’re on Devil’s Face, the most challenging run on this mountain, because you misread the ski map?”

  She bit her lip and tried to hide a rueful smile, which didn’t matter because her expressive eyes gave her away. “I realize this is going to make me look bad,” she said, “but yes, yes, I’m here because I misread the map. If you must know the truth, I had it upside down.”

  Upside down. Jesus. “We color-code the things, you know. Even upside down, green is still for beginners, blue for intermediate—”

  “Well, I know that much!”

  “This run is black—a double-diamond expert,” he said. “It’s marked all over the place.” He pointed to a sign three feet away.

  CAUTION: DOUBLE DIAMOND. EXPERTS ONLY!

  “I saw that,” she said. “Hence my thinking position, because trust me, I wasn’t about to be stupid on top of stupid.”

  He let out a low laugh. “Good to know.”

  “And you should also know that I’m not a complete beginner. I’ve taken ski lessons before, at Breckenridge.” She grimaced. “Though it’s been a while.”

  “How long is a while?”

  She bit her lower lip. “Longer than I want to admit. I thought it’d be like getting on a bike. Turns out, not so much. But if it helps, I realized my mistake right away and I really was just taking in the view. I mean, look at it…” She gestured to the gorgeous scenery in front of her, the stuff of postcards and wishes and dreams. “It’s mind-boggling, don’t you think?”

  The wonder in her gaze mesmerized him. A little surprised at himself, he turned to take in the view with her, trying to see it through her eyes. The towering peaks had a way of putting things into perspective and reminding you that you weren’t the biggest and baddest. A blanket of fresh snow stretched as far as the eye could see, glistening wherever the sun hit it like it’d been dusted with diamonds.

  She was right when she said it was mind-boggling. He tried to never take this place for granted, but the truth was that he did. Interesting that it’d taken a pretty stranger to shake him out of his routine and make him notice his surroundings. He turned his head and met her gaze. Yeah. He was definitely noticing his surroundings.

  She smiled into his eyes. “I figured after I got my fill of the view, I’d just head back to the ski lift and ask if I could ride it down. No harm, no foul, right? But then came problem number two.”

  “Which is…?” he asked when she didn’t continue.

  “I broke my binding, and while I’ve got lots of stuff in all these pockets, I’m not packing any tools. I think I just need a screwdriver or something. I thought I’d locate a ski patroller.”

  “I am ski patrol,” he said.

  Looking surprised, she ran her gaze up and down the length of him. Usually when a woman did such a thing it was with a light of lust in her eyes, but she didn’t seem overly impressed.

  He looked down at himself. “I’m not in my patrol jacket,” he said. “I was hot from putting up the fencing—” Why the hell was he defending himself? Shaking his head, he removed his skis and walked to hers. He laid out the one she pointed to and took a look. Yep, she’d broken a binding. “The hinge failed,” he said.

  She crouched next to him and the scent of her soap or perfume came to him, a light, sexy scent that made him turn his head and look at her.

  But what held his interest were those baby blues. They were wide and fathomless, and he found himself utterly unable to look away.

  As if maybe she was every bit as transfixed as he, she blinked slowly. “Can we fix it?”

  We? “I could rig it enough to get you down the mountain if I had a piece of wire.” He pulled out his radio. “I’ll just call for—”

  “Oh, I’ve got it.” She rose and pulled a small notebook from one of her pockets. Clipped to it was a paper clip. She pulled it loose and waved it proudly. “I’ve a piece of wire right here, see?”

  “Nice.” He took the paper clip, straightened it, then used it to thread through the binding and twist it in place. During the entire two minutes this took, she remained hunkered at his side, leaning over his arm, her soft, warm breath against his neck, taking in everything he did.

  She sucked in a breath. “You’re…”

  When she didn’t finish the sentence, he turned his head and watched her gaze drop to his mouth, which was only a few inches from hers.

  “…handy,” she finished softly.

  “And you’re…”

  She smiled. “Stubborn? Annoying?”

  “Set to go,” he said.

  She laughed and he smiled. “I’ll help you back to the lift,” he said.

  “Oh, I’m good now, thanks to you.” Rising, she nudged her ski into place so that she could secure her boot into it. She struggled with that for a minute, unable to snap her ski in, causing her arms to tremble a little bit with the effort.

  Hud started forward, but she stopped him with a raised hand and he checked himself.

  Ski number two took her longer because she had a balance problem. He lasted until she started to fall over and then all bets were off. Again he moved toward her, but at the last second she managed to catch herself on her pole. When she finally clicked that second ski in, she lifted her head and flashed him a triumphant smile, like she’d just climbed a mountain.

  “Got it!” she said, beaming, swiping at her brow like maybe she was sweating now. “See? I’m good.”

  “You were right about the stubborn,” he said. “But not the annoying.”

  “Well, you haven’t given me enough time.” And with another flashing smile, she pushed off on her poles.

  In the wrong direction.

  Hud caught her by the back of her jacket. Even with all those layers, she was surprisingly light. Light enough that he could easily spin her around and face her in the right direction, which was a hundred and eighty degrees from where she’d started.

  She laughed, and damn, she really did have a great laugh, one that invited a man right in to laugh along with her. “Right,” she said, patting him on the chest. “Thanks. Now I’m good.”

  At his hip, his radio was buzzing. His guys were checking in, getting ready for their high- and low-angle rope rescue drills. Hud was supposed to run the exercise, but he wanted to make sure the woman got safely on the lift first.

  “Sounds like you have to go,” she said.

  “I do.” But when he didn’t move, her brows went up. “You’re cute,” she said. “But you do know that even an intelligent person can screw up reading a map, right? That despite whatever it looks like, I really don’t need a keeper.”

  Wait a minute. Did she just call him cute? He’d never once in his life been called cute.

  Taking in his expression, she laughed, like he was funny. “It was a compliment,” she said.

  Not in his book. His radio crackled again. Dispatch this time, making sure he’d located the “troubled” skier. “I’ve got her,” he confirmed, eyes narrowed in on the skier in question. “It’s handled.”

  The dispatcher went on to fill him in on two other incidents. Hud told her how to deal with them both and then replaced the radio on his hip.