Just Perfect
hot-looking as Lacy claims?”
    “She’s not too bad.” He smiled to himself at that understatement. With the way things had gone yesterday, he couldn’t wait for today’s lesson. The memory of how she’d returned every suggestive look with a sultry one of her own made his body eager for more.
    “Why, you dog.” Trent lowered his sunglasses to study Alec’s face. “You’re planning to show her some moves off the slopes, aren’t you?”
    Alec fixed him with his most intimidating look, which he suspected wasn’t all that intimidating because it never worked. “Razz me about helping Bruce and I won’t let you ride the all-terrain bike I’m buying with the money I’m making off these lessons.”
    “I thought you were going to stop spending your own money buying equipment for the county.”
    “I was, but… have you seen the new medical unit bikes?”
    “Oh yeah.” Trent patted his heart. “I read the article in
Emergency Magazine
, and drooled so much I had to change my shirt.”
    Reaching the front of the line, Alec ordered a double-meat cheeseburger, jumbo fries, large cola, and chocolate milk shake, then waited as Trent placed his order. When they had their trays, they searched for an empty table in the outdoor eating area, which offered a view of the slopes. With ski season picking up, they had to settle for a table that hadn’t been bussed.
    Alec shoved the clutter aside and dove into filling his empty stomach before his belly button touched his backbone. The rush of blood sugar to his brain made his eyes roll back in pleasure. God, maybe he would live after all, he decided as he swallowed a mouthful of salty French fries. “I didn’t see a report on snowmobile traffic when I stopped by the fire station this morning. Have you noticed any tracks heading into the backcountry?”
    Trent scowled at him. “I thought you were taking the week off.”
    “I am.”
    “You know, Hunter”—Trent lowered his burger— “I’m not sure you get the concept of taking a vacation. See now, most people go somewhere to relax and have fun.”
    “Yeah, they come to Silver Mountain.” He swept an arm to include the whole resort, from the shops and restaurants with their festive holiday trim to the snow-covered mountains. “Lucky me, I’m already here.”
    “Well, at least refrain from going by the office every day.”
    “Can’t do that. I have to drop off Buddy,” he said, referring to his golden retriever, one of the best avalanche-rescue dogs in the country. “You know how he mopes when he doesn’t get to work. The guys at the fire station offered to let him hang with them while I’m giving these lessons. Since my office is in the fire station, it’s kind of hard to avoid going by.”
    “Right.” Trent nodded skeptically. “You just dropped Buddy off and didn’t stick around to do any work.”
    “Define work.” At his friend’s exasperated look, he relented. “Okay, so maybe I glanced over the Forest Service advisories.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “Looks like we’re getting a pretty good buildup already on Parks Peak.”
    “Yep.” Trent calmly popped a French fry into his mouth.
    “You gonna blast it?”
    “If it snows again tonight, we’ll blast it in the morning.”
    “You gonna use the new Avalauncher?”
    “Yep.”
    “Need any help?”
    “Nope.”
    “Because if you did—”
    “Alec.” Trent scowled. “You’re on vacation.”
    “Man,” he groused, “that’s the trouble with vacations. You don’t get to have any fun.”
    Trent chuckled. “You really are crazy, you know that?”
    “I like what I do. So sue me.”
    “About Will’s bachelor party on Friday,” Trent said, changing the subject. “You got everything covered?”
    “Hey, this isn’t my first time up as best man. I know what I’m doing.”
    “If you’ll remember, last time you got stuck with a whopper of a bar tab. If you need the groomsmen to pitch in some more when it’s over, let me know. I’ll suspend all

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