6
So, things to note.
One, skiing was harder than advertised.
Two, ski rescue people were incredibly hot.
Three, the urgent care in Summit Springs was super used to treating broken legs.
Likewhoa.
Bekka sat at the bar at the lodge, looking at the bright blue cast on her leg, drinking a milkshake and watching the flames dance in the fireplace.
“Okay. Bryan is working on changing the hike tomorrow to a spa day or something later in the week.” Marissa sat a bottle of Tylenol on the bar and sat next to her. “How did you end up here? You should move to the couch by the fireplace, so you can put your leg up.”
“I was… I just sat. So, maybe I’m not a skier, huh?” She was an idiot, and now she had a medical bill to pay.Yay.
“Fortunately, that’s not a requirement in your line of work.” Marissa gave her a sideways grin.
“Nope. Now if I’d had broken a finger…” Or her psychic bone, then maybe.
“Come on. Let’s move you and get you comfy. I want my spiked cocoa by the fire, and you need to put that leg up.” Marissa grabbed her crutches and substituted her shoulder instead. “I’ve got you.”
“This is so embarrassing. I mean, I made it down one hill…” And she’d hit a tree. Bang. Like full-force hit a tree.
“Well, if that damn tree hadn’t jumped in your way you’d have been fine. Stupid tree.” They hobbled over to some wide log-framed couches with big, thick cushions.
Marissa was careful with her, lowering her down nice and easy, and she didn’t notice how good it felt, having that lean body touching her.
Nope.
No noticing.
“This is what trees are good for. Lumberjack-chic furniture. What was one doing on a ski slope anyway?” Marissa winked at her, lips pulled into a knowing grin as she set the crutches down alongside the couch. “I’m going to get a boozy cocoa, and something salty at the bar. I’ll be right back.”
Bekka had to wonder what salty goodness she would find. It was a fascinating thought.
Peanuts?
Popcorn?
Salted caramel something?
After a couple of minutes, big bowl of popcorn landed in her lap. “They took pity on you and gave me a whole bowl.” Marissa shook the bottle of Tylenol at her. “Did you take some of these yet?”
“Not yet.” She rolled her eyes, her cheeks on fire. “I’m like a bad cliche…”
“Nah. But this might make that morning yoga a challenge.” Marissa sat in a chair next to her. “Can you reach your milkshake?”
“Yeah, thank you. I feel like I’m in a bad Hallmark mystery.” Really, it was more a rom-com, but she wasn’t telling Marissa that. No way.
“I hope not because that would make me a suspect as the evil ex, and you know damn well it was a tree that was trying to kill you.” Marissa chuckled and put her feet up on the coffee table, crossed at the ankles.
“You might have planted that tree there, but honestly you’d be the easy suspect.” It would fuck with her vacation, but not in the good way.
“Yeah, maybe.” Marissa sipped her drink. “Does it hurt?”
“It aches, but it’s not as terrible as I’d expected.” And the little cast was cute. Sorta. “You going to sign my cast?”