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shadow and mascara, and ran a brush through my hair. I was wearing jeans and tan boots, and a brown leather jacket. My hair hung loose over my shoulders. I stepped back to inspect myself full image in the mirror.
    “Well, at least my face compliments my red hair,” I said, shrugging.
    Kate laughed. “You look great. Real sexy. I bet even if George ends up being just a ski instructor one of his friends should be fun to deal with. If all ski instructors came with muscles like that I’ll take any of them.”
    “I bet Charlie would love to hear you say that.”
    Kate shrugged. “Charlie understands nothing’s set in stone. Well, I’m not sure if he does. But it’s not.”
    I laughed. Charlie was Kate’s latest and he’d been around for six months, which was longer than any of the others had lasted.
    Ella got us to the bar. She’d managed to get the details from George before we’d left. If I was ever stuck in a wasteland with no resources, I’d want Ella with me. Kate was an amazing friend but Ella had access to literally everything. For that matter, if I was ever stuck in a wasteland, I’d want it to be with George. Now there was someone I could get lost with.
    The bar was down to earth and homey, with a dark wood bar and matching stools, and booths set around the edges with red seats. A cloud of smoke curled around the lights in the ceiling, and music blared from hidden speakers.
    George spotted us when we walked in and waved us over to a booth where he sat with five other men. He dragged a table from the middle of the room so there was enough space for ten people, and introduced us around. I only caught two names. Hans looked like he’d escaped from Germany with the accent to boot, and Pierre had a permanent smile plastered across his face. The other four all had roughly the same color hair and eyes, and I learned later they were cousins.
    They ordered us cocktails, and we talked. The conversation was light and easy-going, and after my first two cocktails my blood hummed in my veins and I’d forgotten about my sunburn and how dull I looked next to Kate.
    George moved to sit next to me. His eyes stared right into my soul, and I looked away, into my cocktail glass because I didn’t know where else to look.
    “You did well on the slopes today,” he said.
    I snorted. “You’re just saying that to be nice. I’m pretty sure I was terrible.”
    “You’ll be surprised what some of my other students do,” he said, grinning. “You did it all with elegance and finesse.”
    I was aware how close he was sitting to me. I could smell the cologne he wore. It filled my nose and it was damn attractive, it smelled like ice and woods, for some reason, laced with something manly and clean. The smell of soap on skin.
    “How many of your students do you say that to?” I asked him, looking into his eyes. He smiled with only one corner of his mouth which made me feel just as unbalanced.
    “Only the really beautiful ones.”
    I felt a blush creep up from my collar and looked away, trying to hide my shy smile.
    “How many of those have you had?” I asked.
    “So far, only one.”
    I snapped my eyes back to him and his eyes were on me, serious. Sincere. I took a deep breath and blew it out again with a shudder. George leaned closer to me, his lips brushing against mine. A small spark traveled into my lips. When I didn’t pull away, he leaned in closer and kissed me, his lips gentle on mine. The bar fell away, my friends around me and the men we were with, and it was just me and George. He took my hand in his without breaking the kiss, and his hand was big and warm. I wondered what it would feel like on my skin, exploring my body. A small flame between my legs accompanied the thought.
    I broke the kiss. I was letting my mind run away from me.
    “I really like you,” George said. How many people came through here? How many women did he teach that also responded to him the way I did?
    “I don’t know… I’m going to be