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She glanced to Thayer who was watching me like a hawk.

Down boy. I can play nice.

“Well, Thayer? How’d I do?” she asked him.

“She was amazing,” he said to me.

“He’s being too kind. We only made it two runs before I knew I was probably gonna break something.”

“We spent most of the night in the lodge,” he explained.

“How romantic,” I said, knowing I needed to get out of there before I said something I’d regret. I glanced around, locating the bar on the other side of the tent. “I’m gonna get a drink.” I eyed everyone’s full drinks and didn’t bother offering a round before taking off for the bar.

I stood in line, feeling like I shouldn’t have come. Of course, Thayer would be there with a date. I hadn’t seen him with a girlfriend in a long time, and I wished it wasn’t the cause of the huge pit in my stomach.

“I’m surprised you showed up,” Thayer said from behind me.

I looked over my shoulder to find him alone in line.

“This event seems beneath you,” he continued.

I widened my eyes and turned to face him. “Wow. Tell me how you really feel about me, Thayer.”

“Do I need to worry about you tonight?” he asked, ignoring my question.

“Worry about me?” I asked.

“Yeah. Do you plan on trying to make Masie uncomfortable?”

“Is that seriously what you think of me?” I asked, my blood simmering.

“I don’t know what to think anymore. You’ve been so fucking cold toward me all year. I’m getting brain freeze.”

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked, snagging my attention away from Thayer at the perfect moment.

“I’ll just have a white wine,” I said.

“Typical,” Thayer mumbled behind me.

“We’re only serving local IPAs tonight,” the bartender informed me.

“Oh, I love IPAs,” I said, wanting to shove Thayer’s ‘typical’ comment up his ass. “I’ll take your favorite,” I said to the bartender with a smile.

Thayer

She couldn’t even let me have one night. One. Fucking. Night. I was trying to give another girl a shot, but then Giselle goes and shows up out of nowhere. She never came to stuff like this. She was always busy with her boutique. Now, it’s like everywhere I turned, she was there, trying to fuck with my head.

Masie was nice. And, she definitely liked me. Why shouldn’t I hang out with her?

I returned to the table with beers for Masie and me. Giselle stood beside her, and I feared that she may have been acting the way she had in her condo—or worse, in Aspen. That Giselle drove me fucking nuts. It was like she was jealous I had a date, but she didn’t want me. She had a boyfriend for fuck’s sake.

I handed Masie one of the beers. “Here you go.”

“Thanks, Thayer,” she beamed, like I could do no wrong.

My eyes instinctively slid to Giselle’s, and I could almost read the repulsion in them. What the hell did she want from me?

“Your brother’s a really great snowboarder,” Masie said to her.