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skier jerked at her voice and, clearly realizing he wasn’t going to make the turn, went down in a tumble on his skis rather than fall over the cliff.
    Lily began to board around him, planning on getting below him to stop and check that he was okay. But he struggled to get up, all scrambled arms and legs, managing to hook her with his pole as she went into her stop, tripping her into a dive.
    She felt herself heading, airborne, directly toward the edge and the falling that waited past it, but then she was landing hard, in a tangle of limbs that weren’t her own.
    Logan. He sat up, quickly reaching for her. “You okay?”
    No, she was not. She’d fallen. Fallen . She never fell, damn it. She spit out a mouthful of snow and looked around, realizing he’d taken her down purposely, catching her inches from the cliff. Her stomach wobbled at the damage the rocks might have done to her body if he hadn’t been so quick-thinking on his skis. Before she could stand, he wrapped his fingersaround her arm and held her still. “That was a helluva dive. Make sure you’re okay first.”
    The only thing hurting was her pride, and she pulled free. “I’m fine.” She looked over her shoulder in time to catch the out-of-control skier bolt down the mountain, without so much as a backward look.
    â€œNice,” Logan said drily.
    â€œMost are.” She stood and looked down at her left boot, no longer buckled onto her board. Great. “I broke the binding.” Snapped it right off, actually, which was nothing her screwdriver could fix. The prospect of having to walk down the damn mountain only added insult to injury.
    â€œHang on.” Logan shrugged out of his backpack and opened it, burrowing through the contents.
    â€œA roll of duct tape?” she asked incredulously when he held it up.
    â€œWatch.” Then he proceeded to pull a total MacGyver , using the tape to rig the board’s binding to hold her boot. “No more hotshot stuff,” he warned, stepping back so that she could buckle herself in. “Don’t want to push it.”
    She stood there brushing herself off, torn between annoyance and a telling pain in her left knee. It was an old injury, and surgery, twice, had repaired it, but damn if it didn’t suddenly ache like a son of a bitch.
    â€œLet’s take a minute,” he said, watching her closely.
    Hating the weakness, she forced a smile. “Why, are you tired?”
    â€œLily—”
    The walkie-talkie at her hip went off, and anything the two of them might have said or done was put on hold as Sara’s voice filled the air. She was the middle sister, two years younger than Gwyneth. Instead of cold, cynical and bossy, she was mothering, nosy and bossy. “Lily Rose, I’m at your desk, and you’re not here.”
    â€œAmazing powers of deduction,” Lily muttered.
    â€œLily Rose? Can you hear me?”
    She might be a badass to the rest of the world, but to Sara and Gwyneth, she was the eternal baby sister. “What’s up?”
    â€œYou need a maid. My God, your desk is a disaster.”
    â€œThanks. I’ll be down in a few,” she said into the walkie-talkie.
    Less than five seconds later, her cell phone rang. She didn’t have to look to see it was Sara. “What now?” she said when she’d hit speakerphone rather than take off her helmet so that she could hear.
    â€œI just wanted to tell you something.” Sara spoke with slow care, a sure sign she was miffed. “Two things. Aunt Debbie showed up earlier. She skied a while and now wants a suite.”
    â€œWell, you’re guest services. Check with your reservations desk, but I’m sure both our suites are taken this week.”
    â€œThey are. She’s making a stink, saying she told you to clear one for her.”
    Aunt Debbie was their mother’s younger sister, their grandma’s “surprise,” a