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make things right.”
    She choked out a bitter laugh. “Make things right? Are you serious? There is no making anything right. There is only moving on, which I keep trying to do but you’re making it very difficult.” Her voice broke on the last few words and he was certain he could feel her pain in his chest.
    He took a tentative step closer. So close that he had to tilt his head down to look at her face. She stared right at his chest, lips pursed. “There are so many things I want to say to you. Obviously … I wasn’t honest with you. Not always, but that day. That day I lied to you and I owe you an explanation.”
    She scoffed and then met his eyes, her expression indignant. Her teeth clamped down, her emotions turned to fury as she spoke. “God, you’re an ass. An explanation? You have an eight-year-old son, Derek. With that knowledge I’m pretty sure I don’t give a damn what you have to say to me.”
    Anger churned in his chest, but there really was no arguing with her. She was right. He was an ass and she didn’t owe him a damn thing.
    â€œThis is humiliating, us fighting up here and your son witnessing it.” Lindsey’s gloves formed fat fists, her body nearly vibrating with her anger. “And he knew. Your son knew we weren’t getting along and called it. How do you think that makes me feel?”
    â€œLinds, he’s just a very perceptive kid,” he said. And it was true, much to Derek’s chagrin. Tanner had years of experience picking up on the subtle nuances that were exchanged between adults. He hated to think of what ran through his son’s innocent young mind when it came to him and Lisa. He’d tried so hard to protect him from all of it.
    â€œPerceptive? Is that supposed to make me feel better? I’m a nice person, Derek. A good person, but you make me bitter and ugly.”
    Derek swallowed hard. The glistening of her beautiful eyes made him want to howl in frustration. “You could never be ugly, Lindsey. No part of you. My son was sensing something from me. Not you. So let’s prove him wrong. I’ll tell him we were just discussing something. Better yet, go down the hill with me.”
    Her eyes went wide. “You must be crazy.”
    Derek forced out a tight grin. “Something like that.”
    â€œYou have a one-person sled.”
    He tilted his head to the side, watching her shiny lips. “I’m sure we could work it out.”
    Lindsey stepped around him and headed back toward the trail. Derek blew out a breath, defeated and irritated. “You going to run, then? Is that it, you’re just going to keep hating me forever?”
    She suddenly stopped in her tracks. Before he could respond she trudged back over to the edge of the embankment. “Put the damn sled down.”
    Surprised, Derek immediately followed and dropped the sled down at her feet. Then he waited for her instructions because clearly she was in charge. No problem. He’d give her whatever she wanted.
    â€œSit down,” she ordered.
    He sat down on the disc and let his legs hang off the front.
    â€œCross your legs.”
    Without a sound he followed instructions. Matter of fact, he kind of liked this bossy side of her. If she needed to be nasty to him he would take it. Deserved it. This was sticky-note Lindsey in the flesh.
    With an annoyed sigh she began to ease down into his lap. He grasped her hips with his hands to guide her but she slapped them away. “Don’t touch.”
    â€œLinds, come on. We’re two adults cramming our bodies onto a sled made for one. I have to hold on to you.”
    â€œNo you don’t.”
    Derek shook his head but sat still as her body pressed down against his.
    And then he was officially in hell. Pleasure hell. And it was torture. Even through the many bulky layers, she felt amazing in his lap. Surely if she hated him as much as she acted like, she