Текст книги "25 Days"
Автор книги: Claire Adams
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Chapter 5
One Week Later
Chloe
There were several things over the last week that I'd learned while staying in Aspen. Firstly, my father seemed to be a complete manwhore that had a new date every night of the week. I was surprised more by his nonchalant attitude about it when I brought it up on a morning a week later at the breakfast table.
"So you're dating."
He glanced up from the paper and sat his coffee down. "I am. Why?"
"I don't know. Just seems weird." I shrugged.
"Am I supposed to be alone forever?" His eyebrow lifted sharply. He was a handsome man, his salt and pepper hair leaving him looking distinguished and important. He was built like a basketball player, strong and tall with taunt muscles and a healthy complexion.
"No, Dad. I've just seen you with five women over this last week. I'm just a little surprised." I shrugged.
"I'm not willing to commit to anyone until I find the right woman. It's simple really." He picked his paper back up.
"Right, but are you just taking them to dinner?"
"None of your business." He ignored me and turned a little, making sure I knew that the conversation was officially over.
I picked up my plate and walked to the sink, unable to help myself from making one final remark.
"I'm just saying that if some guy was trying me on for size with a one night stand that you'd be pissed." I walked back to my brother's room, hoping to find him awake, but willing to raise the dead if not.
The second thing I learned was that my little brother was capable of growing tall and muscular with nothing more than Cheeze-Its and gummy worms. He hated me for it, but I'd been cooking over the last week and had forced him to eat a square meal for breakfast, lunch and dinner. He and my Dad both seemed beyond appreciative by day three.
Other than hanging out and playing video games, the week had been spent drawing new designs and skyping with Jessie. After ignoring Seth for a few days he got the hint and stopped trying to communicate with me. Part of me missed having someone who wanted to spend time with me, who seemed genuinely interested in my day, but it was all a ruse. Seth wanted a blond robot that moaned when he said moan and sat quietly most of the rest of the time.
We'd been in more fights about his caveman mannerisms than I had time to analyze.
I knocked on Parker's door and smiled at the deep grunt I got.
"I'll assume that's a 'come on in'." I walked in and pressed my fingers to my nose. "It smells like sweaty balls in here."
He chuckled and snorted before throwing a pillow at me. "Then get the fuck out! It's like ten in the morning. The sun's not even out."
"That's because we're in the middle of a winter vortex. This sucky-ass place you and Dad stay at every Christmas has to go. Let's start a new tradition. We could go to the Bahamas or Miami. Somewhere warm." I plopped down in a chair next to Parker's bed and tugged a remote from underneath me.
"Christmas isn't supposed to be warm. What's the matter with you?" He sat up, his brown hair a wild mess. "You grow up and all the fun’s been sucked right out of you. Tell me what age it happens at so I can be on the lookout. I refuse to give up on being a kid."
"I'm still a kid, too." I threw a dirty sock at him, smacking him in the face with it.
He chucked it back and flopped back down. "Not even close. You fixed broccoli and Brussel sprouts this week. Definitely adult food."
I laughed, unable to help myself. "I need to get out of here today. It's Saturday. What's there to do?"
"Lots, but it would require you to get out into the snow." He rolled over and I got up, pushing at his back until I shoved him from the bed. He hit the floor with a loud thud before jumping up and running after me.
I hauled ass into the kitchen and ran around my father, shoving him in between us as Parker attacked the other side of him.
"Hey! You guys are too old for this. Cut it out."
I turned my Dad with a tight hold on his pockets, forcing him to become a shield to fend off my brother. "Not happening, Dad. He's after me and you're my only hope."
"Luke...I am your father." My brother gave his best Darth Vader voice, which only opened me up to the worst morning breath in the universe.
"Go brush your teeth, Parker. That's disgusting." My father jerked from us and walked to the sink, turning once to give us a disgusted stare.
"That breath could melt wax, dude." I pushed at his head and he walked back down the hall grumbling.
"What are your plans today, Chloe?" My father spoke with his back to me.
"I'm going into town to look around. I wanted to check out your clothing line and see what other shops in the area are up to. I thought maybe I could make a few suggestions seeing that you paid big bucks for this degree I now have."
"You will have. You don't have it yet. Grades haven't come in for this final semester. I checked." He turned toward me and crossed his arms over his chest. "And I don't need anyone analyzing my products. The line is selling well. Spend your time figuring out which products you plan to sell. Before you get a penny, all of them will have to go through me. I'm not investing in anything I don't think will sell."
"You're investing in me, remember?"
"I'm still reviewing the designs. Conversation over."
"No, it's not. That wasn't part of the deal. Staying here for twenty-five days was all that you required of me. You're not reviewing my designs because you're a winter wear guy. These designs are for warm-weather climates and beach vacations."
"And there are a million of those companies already doing well. Find a niche and become the business woman you're capable of being. You’re limiting yourself and I'm not okay with that."
I lifted my hand and walked back toward my room. "I'm packing up and leaving. You lied, which shouldn't surprise me at all."
"Chloe Ann Burke. Stop right there, young lady."
I paused out of what little bit of respect I had left for him.
My brother slipped his head out of his room, his eyes wide. "You're in for it now. Is your middle name even Ann?"
I rolled my eyes and turned to face my Dad. "What?"
"You're not going anywhere, but part of this deal is us agreeing on what products you're going to sell. I'm not going to lay down an iron hammer, but you are going to have to share them with me. Stop being a child."
"Right." I turned and walked to my room, slamming the door and working quickly to get dressed. A pair of jeans and a cute sweater, and I was out the door.
My father's SUV was gone and Parker was busy playing video games from what I could tell. I texted him that I was heading into town and would be back later.
My Dad was an ass and would change the rules any way he needed to in order to fit his own agenda. I knew that coming. Now I just needed to figure out how to deal with it.
Proving my worth and talent was at the top of the list. He saw me as a child. Jessie was right. I needed to show him the talented designer I'd become. Then he would listen to me.
"First stop...Burke's Outdoor Wear."
* * * *
I was milling through the large ski and sportswear store that my Dad owned when my phone buzzed. It was a number I hadn't seen in a long time.
"Cindy?" I picked up and smiled as I moved toward the snowboards and paused in the middle aisle.
"Hey, Chloe! I was praying this was still your number. How are you?"
"Wow. I'm great. My God, it's been like six years, right?"
"Since before college, but yeah. I've been traveling the world with my family, but we're finally back. I wanted to see where you were. I know your Dad usually made you guys go to Aspen during this time of the year, but wasn't sure."
"I'm here, girl. Hating every minute of it."
"No you're not, but either way, that's great news. You remember Janet and Kinsey, right?"
I rolled my eyes and nodded my head. "Of course I do, silly. We were all best friends in high school. I spoke to Janet around March this last year. Funny how growing up means losing touch with people that you thought would always be in your life.”
"Well, they're in Vail right now, and I've got a layover in Aspen tonight. I just realized that I should call you guys to see if you're up for getting together."
"Tonight?" I glanced at my watch." It was only ten, which gave me plenty of time to finish my shopping, get home and get ready before they showed up.
"Yeah. I know it’s short notice, but if I can get the others to make the trip down, you think you want to meet up? Does your Dad have an extra room I can stay in?"
"I'd love to, and of course. I'll get a room ready for you. Need me to get you from the airport?" I turned and followed a cute guy with shoulder length hair and a great ass.
"No, just text me the address. I'll have the others meet us at a restaurant of your choice. Sound good?"
"Perfect. I'll see you later." I hung up and texted the address, not realizing the hottie I'd been staring down was now standing in front of me.
"Heya. How goes it?" He reached up and ran his fingers through his hair, looking awfully young now that he was closer.
"It goes. Love the hair. It's a good look for you." I smiled and turned to pull a shirt off the rack.
"So, um...you new here?" He moved up beside me as I lifted the shirt up and turned it around slowly.
"This would be so much better in a muted blue, right? These bright colors have to shine against the white of the snow and blind the fuck out of everyone."
He laughed and extended his hand. "Daniel. Nice to meet you."
"I'm Chloe. Nice to meet you too. You ski?"
"Snowboard, but I can tear up some shit on a pair of skis too. You?"
"Nope. I'm a California girl."
"I should have guessed." He smiled and I lifted an eyebrow. "I mean with your tan and pretty blond hair. You just look like a typical beach babe."
"Thanks? I think." I laughed and put the shirt back before walking through the store as the cute guy tagged along.
"Definitely a compliment. We should get a burger sometime together." He moved to open the door for me and I nodded.
"Yeah sure. Give me your number and I'll text you."
He extended his hand. "Give me your phone and I'll put it in there."
I handed it to him and let my eyes scan the other shops in the area. Something inside of me wanted to be like everyone else. I was completely out of place in the busy mountain town. My clothes were a perfect ringer for someone who hit the slopes, but I was a fake at best.
He handed the phone back and smiled. "Nice to meet you, Chloe. Call me and I'll show you around."
"Okay. Thanks."
I put the phone in my pocket and walked over to the elaborate hardwood lodge just next door. The skis were half off for the afternoon on rentals and the bunny slopes showed light traffic. I bought a pair and put them on before changing my mind.
I was stuck in Aspen for two more weeks at least and staying in the house would be the death of me. I needed fresh air, sunsets and waves, but sun, snow and wind would have to suffice. The lifts were located at the back of the lodge, and after finally making my way through a crowd of rowdy teenagers, I moved out into the wintery outdoors.
I walked awkwardly to the next lift and almost made it to the stop where the lift would swing in and pick me up. My ski caught on something and I flew forward, letting out a yelp as my head was projected to smack against the large rock in front of me.
Someone's strong hands reached out and caught me, pulling me back.
"Whoa. Shit. That was close. You okay?" He released me and I turned and let out a long sigh.
"Yes. Thank you so much. I haven't skied in forever. Now I know why."
My eyes moved across his handsome face and butterflies resurrected deep inside of me, the moment almost a little too much for my practical mind.
He was clean shaven, but his chestnut hair was a little disheveled and cheeks red like he'd been out there all day. His warm brown eyes moved around my face and the sexy smile that lifted his lip caused my heart to skip a beat.
"Here...let's take this one up together. If you fall from the lift, you're going to have more trouble than snow in your pretty blond hair." He laughed and reached for me.
I moved back a little, but gave him a smile. "I'm good, but thank you. I really appreciate you saving me."
"Really? You sure?" He lifted an eyebrow as if shocked that a woman would refuse him. He had playboy written all over him in ten different colors.
No thanks.
"Yeah, but have a great day." I moved to the lift and took the older man's hand who was helping people get on.
"Good thing old Finn was there to save you. That might have been ugly." The guy laughed and helped me onto the lift.
Finn called from below, his hands over his mouth and his eyes full of promise. "That's not fair; you have my name and I don't have yours."
"Just call me baby." I laughed at the look on his face. I'd known a lot of playboys in my day, and when they didn't remember your name you just became baby, or honey, or sugar.
Dime a dozen.
Chapter 6
Finn
I was just being kind by reaching out and saving the clumsy girl in front of me, not thinking anything of it. It was my first day off in weeks and hitting the slopes was all I could think about. Not being with a woman for a week left me grouchy and depressed, but a promise was a promise.
What I hadn't expected was the woman to steal my breath when she turned around.
Her blond hair was long and hung in wavy lengths just above her perky breasts. Sun-kissed skin and sea-green eyes with long eyelashes and incredibly kissable lips. She was everything I enjoyed physically about a woman. Probably dumb as dirt, but we could talk after the sex and I'd leave shortly thereafter.
I swallowed hard and offered to ride to the top with her as my heart beat against the inside of my chest in a way it hadn't before. It had to be withdrawals. Twelve years of holding a different woman every night became a nasty habit after a while. I was addicted to being wanted like some guys were to the bottle.
It's just a girl. Slow your roll. No women for 25 days.
She refused my offer, which was a slap to the face. There had been very few women in my past who hadn't jumped at the chance to do something with me. It was shocking and refreshing. It caused a fire to ignite inside of me. She would be a challenge, if nothing else.
She got on the lift as Jerry, the old man who owned the thing, gave the girl my name. He winked at me and I rewarded him with a smirk, calling out to her and asking for her name in return.
When she'd called herself baby, I knew I was in for a treat. She was either a player herself or had guys like me figured out. Either way, I wanted to know.
I jumped on the platform and got on the next lift as Jerry chuckled. "Good luck, son. She's not interested."
"I'm glad she's not." I wrapped one arm around myself and waved as she looked back at me. She might not think she was interested, but she was. If not, I'd subtly force it to happen.
It seemed like forever by the time we made it to the top and she was quick to hop off and move toward the bunny slopes. A chuckle left me at the thought of her learning to ski and I realized that I had to tread lightly. My usual attack wouldn't work on this girl at all. She had a man, or had been broken by one. Either way, her unwillingness to give me the time of day meant something was up.
"Couldn't be me." I shrugged and internally rolled my eyes. When the fuck had I gotten so cocky?
I dropped off the lift and moved toward her, calling out with my hands around my mouth. "Baby. Wait up."
Several people from the bunny slope line turned and smiled like we were a cute couple and she was leaving my ass in the snow. She turned and put her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes and making my cock twitch at the dominance in her gaze.
"I'm not your baby, and I don't need your help." She kept her glare locked into place and some part of me expected it to fade, but it didn't. She was serious.
"Well, if I knew your name I wouldn't have to call you by a common nickname for lovers." I shrugged and moved up behind her. "You know my name. Give me yours."
"And then you'll hop off? I'm not interested."
She let out a soft sigh and I worked like hell to keep my eyes on hers and not take in the rest of her beautiful face. I wanted to memorize her, but I hated it when people did that shit to me. I was standing on the other side of the situation for the first time in my life and it was thrilling.
"Yes, but if you're trying to learn to ski, I'm a local and there are much better bunny slopes around the back side of this mountain. I would be more than happy to help you learn. Nothing else. Promise." I held up my hands and gave her my best innocent expression.
"I'm Stacy, and I'm not buying that face for a second." She shook her head.
The smell of strawberries and vanilla filled my senses and I stifled a groan at the sweet smell of her shampoo. I glanced behind me and pointed to the narrow passage that would lead to a little bit of privacy.
"Well, Stacy, which isn't your name at all," I looked back at her and winked, "if you can get through that narrow passage, I'll show you a secret slope that honestly will help you much better than what these guys are going to do."
"Nothing else? No phone number, no see you around and then you stalk me?" She lifted an eyebrow.
"Nope, so giving me your real name would be good. If I need to call out to you, you ain't responding to Stacy."
"Ain't isn't a word." Her hand dropped from her hips and she shook her head. "Okay on the teaching session, but I only have an hour. So cut to the chase and save your flirting for someone it might work on."
I reached out and took her hand, helping her to the opening in the mountain and squeezing in behind her as I let her go. She had to be the most naturally beautiful woman I'd ever seen. If she were wearing makeup, she hid it well.
"So, California or Florida?" I asked and moved up beside her, offering my hand.
She slapped it as if we were exchanging a greeting. The smirk on her face caused my stomach to tighten. I had to have her. The cocky bitch needed a man like me for the night, and she would bring me back down to reality if nothing else.
"California, and my name is Mindy." She winked and I chuckled, unable to help myself.
"Alright, Lindy."
She turned and growled softly. "Mindy. You've already forgotten my name. You should switch to baby or hun."
"How do you know that trick?"
"I go to school at UCLA. Manwhores are a dime a dozen." She positioned herself at the top of the slopes and glanced over at me as I flinched from her comment, not meaning to. "Oh. I'm sorry. I was just teasing."
"Sorry about what?" I deflected and nodded toward the slope. "Alright, so let's try this little one first and we'll move up. I'll go right beside you should something happen. You skied at all before?"
She watched me for a second, analyzing something about me, but I didn't ask what. Two could play her game.
Manwhore…
It was a proud badge to wear, as most guys would know. Only girl's seemed to use it as something derogatory.
"As a kid, I skied. Up here actually." She turned and bent her knees a little before pulling her glasses into place. "How long have you lived here?"
"All my life, baby." I winked at her and moved up beside her. "Take it slow and if you need me, well, you know my name. Let's hope I don't need you."
She chuckled and lifted her pole, smacking me in the chest with it. "It's Chloe and stop being so damn cute. I'm only here for a few weeks. I don't sleep around, and I'm only looking for a friend. Be nice and I might let you put in an application."
"Ha! Who said I want to?" I pushed off and she moved up right beside me as the wind blew around us.
Her voice was sexy as hell and filled to the brim with confidence as she responded. "Oh you want to."
I did. Badly.
We made it to the bottom of the circle and I pulled her to a stop, seeing that she didn't seem able to figure out how to slow herself.
She turned toward me and reached out, taking a hold of one of my arms as she wobbled a little.
"Wow. What a rush." She turned and looked back up the mountain. "I love it. Let's do it again."
"You skied as a kid, but you don't remember how to stop yourself?"
"It's been a long time. I much prefer the beach and the heat." She turned back to me and smiled before reaching up and brushing something from the side of my cap.
Her nearness stole my breath and for the second time in the hour I felt light-headed over this woman. I needed her number, needed to figure out something I could offer her that would have her taking up another one of my afternoons.
"You only have an hour. We can do this two or three more times and then we need to get back." I pointed down at my skis and turned both of them inward. "Do this to stop, okay?"
"Okay. I'll try it this time, but stay close just in case." She licked her lips and looked back up the mountain. "How do we get back up there?"
"We walk around to the lift. That's why we'll only get a few more times to make the run."
She growled and the sound of it shot an arrow of lust into the center of me. "I want more time. I might actually get this down this year."
"You're already doing good. Tell you what..." I bit my lip and looked out toward the valley below as she turned her attention on me. "Let's do this and then I'll give you my number. If you want to learn the next level up, just call me and if I'm free...I'm your man."
She chuckled and moved toward the lift. "Let's go, playboy. You can give me your number, but whether or not I call it is an entirely different story."
"And why wouldn't you?" I moved up beside her and reached out as she stumbled again, catching her. I tugged her back and she dropped her poles and pressed her hands to my chest as she looked up at me.
"Because you're dangerous." The smirk that lifted her lips did something to my insides and a shot of fear ran through me. I could fall for this girl, which would be bad. Really bad.
"Dangerous? I've saved your ass twice today. I'd say I'm safe." I smiled and released her before bending over and picking up her poles.
"Yes, a gentleman in the devil's disguise." She moved up beside me and took my hand and Jerry's to help her get back up on the platform.
I got up beside her and chuckled as Jerry winked at me again. "Jerry. She thinks I'm trouble. Tell her I ain't."
She turned and pinned me with a stare over using the word ‘ain't’, no doubt. I chuckled again, enjoying the feeling of freedom to just be me and nothing else with her.
"He's a good man and has been far better than most of these boys around here. He's pushed the pause button on his own life to help his Daddy." Jerry patted my chest and smiled with pride. "He's a great boy and I'm glad to know him."
"Well, damn, Jerry. I didn't need you to go that far." I smiled and moved up to the lift, taking Chloe's hand and making sure she was safe as the back of the chairs hit our legs.
"You're helping your father here?" She glanced over at me, her attitude seeming to have dulled a little.
"Yeah, but it's nothing like Jerry made it seem." I shrugged and pulled my goggles off. "He's worked his whole life to build up his snow removal business, and I plan to open a lodge one day up here, so leaving wouldn't work anyway."
"So you're helping him with his business?"
"Yeah." I looked over at her and smiled.
"What?" Her eyes narrowed a little and I shook my head.
"Nothing." I leaned back and let out a long sigh. "So you're staying through Christmas?"
"Yep, and not a minute longer." She turned and looked out at the horizon. "It's beautiful here, but my home is in California now."
"Your family there too?" I couldn't help but dig a little.
"My mother passed away eight years ago, but my father and brother are in Arizona most of the year, and here for the winter." She looked back over at me. "We've been doing the back and forth thing since I was little. Used to be fun. No so much anymore."
"Skiing in the winter isn't fun anymore? Why not? Seems absurd to me." I extended my hand as we got closer.
"Thank you," she mumbled and took it before hopping off with me. "My Dad's an asshole and quite the manwhore himself."
Is she still referring to me as a manwhore?
"Finn! Oh my goodness. It's my lucky day." A pretty brunette moved toward me as we got off the lift. She glanced toward Chloe and smirked in a less than kind fashion.
"Hey, girl. How are you?" I smiled and returned the awkward hug. I mouthed, 'I don't know her' to Chloe as she rolled her eyes and turned, moving toward the narrow passage we used to get to the back of the mountain.
"Oh my gosh. I've missed you so much!" The nameless girl puffed out her lip. "Why didn't you call me? You said you would."
"I was going to, but my damn phone ended up in the washing machine." I glanced up to see Chloe gone, and knew I had a few minutes to catch up with her.
Any chances of snuggling up to her were lost, no doubt. Knowing that her father used woman like I did made it apparent that she wasn't calling me out by mistake, but because she knew how to spot us.
My heart ached at the thought of not having a chance with her, and I carefully unwound myself from the girl and smiled down at her.
"Nice to see you again. Stay in touch." I moved toward the opening Chloe had disappeared into.
"How, Finn? I don't have your number."
I called out some random digits and sucked in, forcing my legs to move faster. She'd be half way down the hill by now, and she was.
I let out a long sigh and cupped my hands over my mouth. "Chloe, wait for me at the bottom and I'll explain."
She stopped expertly and turned to face me, skiing backwards as she lifted her hands to her mouth. "Not a chance, handsome, and call me baby. Seems a popular go-to for guys like you. Thanks for the lesson."
"Son of a bitch." I shook my head and let out a chuckle. The little tart knew how to ski all along. Was she just playing with me? Somehow I didn't mind one bit. Now to figure out who she was and how to find her.
