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way he kissed. Liked
the feel of his lips moving over hers. She could get used to this…all
too easily.
                It was dark as they
reached town. He gave her the directions to a restaurant that didn’t require
reservations.
                Molly parked the SUV
and climbed out. Her legs were a little stiff. She would be sore tomorrow, but
the outcome had been worth every step of the climb—and the couple of slides
she’d taken.
                “You’re sure this place
is good?” she queried. This was one place she’d never been. Carlo’s was a
little off the beaten path and without the panache of Aspen’s high-class
offerings.
                “If you like Mexican
food, you’ll love it.”
                She definitely liked
Mexican food. Could eat her weight in it. Especially tonight.
                Tonight felt special.
                It was crazy. They
barely knew each other. In fact, he didn’t know her at all. Would
never know her. As much as she was enjoying spending time with him,
anything beyond this time together was, in the cold harsh light of reality, out
of the question.
                She had lied to him.
                Repeatedly.
                She would just have to
enjoy tonight and maybe tomorrow, then it would be over.
                Inside the cozy little
restaurant it felt warm and smelled heavenly. She inhaled deeply. Her stomach
rumbled.
                “Told you it was good,”
he said, noticing her dreamy expression.
                As the hostess led the
way to a table, he held Molly’s hand. She felt as if she was back in high
school and out with the captain of the football team after a game. His training
to stay in shape for racing kept his body lean and muscled. He had a great
body.
                Fewell ordered a feast of several items on the menu. Soft drinks and water completed
the list.
                “We’ll have the
champagne when we get back to the lodge,” he explained. “I made a call. It’ll
be waiting in the room.”
                “Very
good, Fewell . I can see why you’re a winner.
You stay ahead of the game.”
                He was also smart.
Drinking, even a glass of wine, and driving was risky business. She liked that
he took that into consideration.
                Jason Fewell was a really nice guy. Nothing like the celebrity,
self-absorbed personality she had expected.
                “When do you have to go
back to Chicago?”
                She dragged herself
back to reality. There was a question she would just as soon not answer. “A
couple of days, the day after Christmas I guess. I have the rest of the week
off. How about you?”
                “I thought I’d stay
through New Year’s. Maybe even do some skiing.”
                The waitress delivered
their drinks.
                Molly took a sip of
water, then laughed. “You’d better not do any more
climbing without me. That wouldn’t be fair at all.” Not to mention, she would
worry about him going alone. That was never a good idea, no matter how
experienced the climber. Mountaineering was not meant to be a solitary sport. Particularly this time of year.
                “You could stay.” There
was that hope glimmering in his eyes again. “The room is ours. For free.” He grinned. “Might as well milk it for all it’s
worth.”
                “Is that an invitation,
Mr. Fewell ?” That same hope she saw in his eyes had
her pulse fluttering.
                “It is exactly that.”
                The waitress showed up
again, bearing platters of steaming entrées. God, it smelled good.
                “Well.” Molly dished
samples of everything onto her plate. “I might just take you up on that,
hotshot.” She searched his