focus on the beautiful day and the people she was working with, but her mind kept returning to Evan. With no signs of getting fixed on something else in the near future!
When she thought of him, she was both confused and angry. How can I be thinking about repeating that kiss, and close to hating him at the same time?
Her only salvation was the child in her group. They all knew each other and for some strange reason they’d decided to bring a 7-year old boy with them on the skiing class. These people are insane! Can’t they see that he’s quickly getting frustrated, because he’s so much behind the others?
While the adults had everything well under control, she focused her instructional time on the boy. He’d been bored and frustrated with the class, but after just a few minutes of her undivided attention, his attitude changed 180-degrees and he eagerly performed the creative games and tasks she’d given him. The rest of the group quickly noticed Allan’s delight and joined in the fun. Soon all of them were playing “pizza and fries” and other silly games.
Charlene had designed those games to teach young kids the basics of skiing. Pizza was just another word for the snowplow, an elementary turn where the tips of the skis are closer than the tails. Fries was her name for keeping the skis parallel. She was amazed at how much the attitude could change by giving those technical moves easy to remember names, that also conveyed their meaning.
At the end of the day, she was more convinced than ever that a school focused only on teaching kids was the solution. She’d been planning to take on kids as young as age four, and already had ideas on how to create a special area just for them. It would be almost like a winter playground, and involve more fun and success than failure and frustration. And everything would be safe!
She’d discussed this idea with her boss several times, hoping that it was something that could be worked on during the summer months. But he hadn’t been interested, saying it was too expensive. He tended to shy away from any investment that didn’t clearly show it could recoup the money in short order. And he didn’t see a big playground area bringing in enough money to justify the expense.
That was the very reason why she wanted to open her own school. I need a lot more money before that can happen. She had done her research, and making the playground area would require a six-figure investment. Of course, she figured she could get a loan from the bank, but she needed to have some equity to put down first. And then came other expenses, such as employees, insurance…. What she was dreaming about was a huge project. It might even be too big for one woman alone to take on. Perhaps I should look for a partner.
***
Darcy had spent the entire night throwing up, so Charlene faced the dreaded technical training all alone. God, this is going to be so awful. A very long, boring, awful day!
She was up on the mountain by 8:30, in the place where she was supposed to meet Dustin. He was already there waiting for her. Off course! Dustin was never unpunctual. She nervously checked her watch, but she was still one minute early. No need to worry.
With a fake smile plastered on her face, she skied up to him. He doesn’t have to know I’m hating that technical training so much. But as she drew nearer, there was something about him that didn’t fit.
When he turned to watch her approach, her heart dropped into her stomach. Evan? She blinked and then looked again. It’s him. No way! I must be hallucinating.
"What are you doing here?" she fumed, all of her anger and disappointment coming back full force.
"I'm your trainer for the day." When he followed up his statement with a crooked smile, she wanted to stamp her foot, but they were currently attached to her skis!
Why does he have to smile? And why would he want to see me again after what happened? She felt her anger grow and then a bolt of worry