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learning there were some upsides to that, namely that he tended to live in the moment and try to focus on that alone.
    “Cam?”
    Ivy’s soft voice nudged him out of his thoughts.
    “I’m here,” he said, catching his sigh before it slipped out. “I haven’t really thought that far ahead,” he finally replied to her question about staying past the season. The second he spoke, Ginger danced through his thoughts. He didn’t know what to do with the feelings she elicited in him. That brief moment last night when she held his hand was so intimate, he felt strange thinking about it. He was startled by the intimacy and comfort he felt with her. Up to then, he’d been blinded by the blazing hot attraction between them. He mentally shook himself. “I don’t know. Maybe I will.”
    “I just think if you like it that much, it might be worth trying. I worry about you bouncing from ski lodge to ski lodge. Even before Eric died, it was getting close to time for you to slow down and breathe.”
    Ivy was so open and direct about Eric’s death that it hurt sometimes. Yet, it also helped. He thought back to those awkward moments at dinner last night. He could use some of Ivy’s matter-of-fact approach sometimes. “I’m not ready to make promises, but I get what you mean. I honestly don’t want to bounce around anymore, Ivy, so you don’t need to worry about that. I guess I just need a little time to figure things out. I won’t be going anywhere soon though, so get up here. Okay?”
    Ivy laughed softly. “Well, alright then. I’m glad to hear you’re not planning to run all over the world anymore. Maybe I’ll see more of you now.”
    “Hey, don’t blame me for that. You’re the one who’s had her nose buried in books for years. You could use a breather yourself.”
    Ivy laughed. “Fair enough. So tell me something. I hear there’s all kinds of rugged, sexy men in Alaska—I mean, they even have a calendar—but what about women? Met anyone lately?”
    Ivy had been on him for years about finding someone. Funny, but she’d never really gotten on Eric’s case about it. Eric had been more committed to the lifestyle of a full-time professional skier, which came with endless travel and few commitments. Though Cam had been there with him for most of it, of the brothers, he was more easygoing and a tad less dedicated. To an outsider, it might not have been obvious, but to Ivy, it was. Eric didn’t even contemplate the idea of a relationship, while Cam had always figured life would slow down enough at some point for it to happen. Hence, Ivy’s occasional pressure on him to look beyond skiing. Her question conjured Ginger in his mind, more specifically the bone-shaking and body-melting kiss of the other night. He wasn’t about to tell Ivy about that, but he didn’t mind mentioning Ginger. Ivy was the one and only confidant he had in his life now. Even when Eric was alive, Cam wouldn’t have talked with him about something like this. That wasn’t the nature of their relationship.
    “I might have,” he finally hedged. “But don’t get all crazy. I just met someone who’s, I don’t know, uh, interesting.”
    “Interesting is a horrible word to use to describe someone. It’s basically useless. I mean, serial killers and librarians could both be described as interesting, but it doesn’t tell you a thing about them,” Ivy declared. “Tell me about her. What’s her name, what’s she like, that kind of thing?”
    Cam was damn relieved Ivy wasn’t here because his face felt hot. Well, his whole body felt hot. Thinking of Ginger automatically did that. “Interesting is not a horrible word, but whatever. I get your point it’s not particularly specific. I meant it in the sense that she interests me. Her name is Ginger, and I don’t know her that well. She just seems…” Fucking hot as hell, beautiful, smart, and sweet. Oh and hot as hell. “…I don’t know. She’s a friend of Gage’s wife, well I guess