Well, that just meant that Merryweather had to use some magic. She'd start small.
Something to keep them talking. Something to give them the time they needed to find the love within them.
Chapter 7
Holly
Holly turned to see the man from last night. Or at least, she was pretty sure it was him. It was hard to be sure with the dark sunglasses over his eyes.
Either way her stomach did an excited flip-flop. The guy was cute.
“Sure!” she said, sounding maybe a little more excited than she should have. Together they glided out after a ski chair and waited for the next one to pick them up. Holly was grateful she managed to sit down on the chairlift seat gracefully. She only clattered her poles a little.
Once seated, she glanced over at her companion. He wore a black expensive looking ski-jacket with matching snow pants, gloves, and helmet. Everything looked brand new. He wore skis and had traces of snow already covering his tips.
He hadn’t been late to the lifts.
“How’s the snow?” Holly asked as the lift chugged forward.
“Amazing,” the man replied. “But then, it always is here. I’m fairly sure they have a magic super power to make the best snow here. I’ve never had a bad day.”
“So you come here often?” He certainly looked wealthy enough to afford skiing here.
“As often as I can. It’s usually only once or twice a year, though. You?”
“This is my first time,” Holly replied honestly. “I’m loving it so far.”
“Did you try the waffles?” the man asked.
So it was him. Holly grinned and felt a little flutter in her stomach. He remembered her. Somehow, that made her feel important.
“I did. They were just as good as you said they would be. Thank you for the recommendation. Anything else I should try?”
The man pursed his lips thoughtfully for a moment and Holly immediately thought of kissing him. She shook herself, surprised at how easily the thought had come.
“If you stay for dinner, the prime rib is spectacular,” he said after a moment. He smiled at her. “How long are you staying?”
The giddy flutter in her stomach returned and she was glad her scarf covered her face so he wouldn’t see the blush.
“I’m just here for the weekend. We leave on Sunday.”
“We?”
Holly wondered if the hint of unhappiness she heard in his voice was all in her head. It had been a while since she’d flirted with someone. At least here on the chairlift, she had a captive audience if her flirting was rusty.
“My friend and I,” Holly quickly explained. “She’s like a sister to me. We work together.”
The man’s smile returned. “Ah. What do you do?”
“I’m a teacher. What about you?”
“I run a business,” the man replied with a shrug.
“That sounds interesting,” Holly said, shifting the ski poles to rest under her leg a little more comfortably.
“Depends on the day.” He glanced around at the beautiful snow covered landscape around them. “I think today’s a good day.”
Holly giggled. She had to agree. The sun shimmered down through a cascade of icy glitter. White snow frosted the dark green evergreens and coursed like frozen streams down the mountain sides. One mountain rose up before them, the lift carrying them up to the highest reaches, while others stood proud and snow-capped as far as the eye could see.