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getting heavy out there. Hopefully there’ll be a nice covering on the slopes tomorrow. Do you snowboard?”
    She shook her head. “I prefer to ski, I think it gives you more control.”
    “I could teach you if you like? I hear you’ve got some time off - isn’t Chalet Repos filling up with family and guests for the wedding? Just like Scott to block out two of his busiest weeks to satisfy Holly’s romantic whim.”
    “I’m good thanks, I’m quite happy skiing, I don’t need…” she blushed as she got to her feet and followed him into the bedroom.
    Cute.
    He loved how easily she blushed.
    “I think it’s lovely, Scott and Holly getting married on New Year’s Eve - the anniversary of their first kiss.” She climbed into the bed, quickly covering herself with the Egyptian cotton duvet and disappearing down into it so he could only see the tip of her nose and top of her head poking out.
    “I thought you didn’t do romantic.” He climbed in beside her.
    “I didn’t say that, I meant, well…”
    “Well you said you didn’t want a boyfriend or a husband,” he replied. “And I’m assuming that after what we’ve just done you didn’t mean you were looking for a girlfriend instead.”
    “Well, no, of course I didn’t mean that,” she squeaked, pulling the duvet completely over her head, muffling her voice. “Can’t you behave like a stereotypical male and go to sleep?”
    “Hey.” Zac reached out under the duvet and tickled her ribs. “I don’t think what we’ve done this evening is exactly stereotypical. Do you really want to be with Mr. Average?”
    He pulled the duvet up over his own head too and kissed her lightly on the mouth. She tasted sweet, of cassis and cocktails.
    “Fair point,” she agreed once he’d pulled away. She nestled her head into his chest, her whole body seeming to sigh into him. He stroked her hair.
    “This is a great bed, Zac. It feels amazing after four weeks in a bunk-bed.”
    “I see, so you’re with me for my bed?”
    “Of course, what else?”
    He could hear the cheekiness return to her voice, it made him smile. “How about my wit and charm? Or my obvious talents.”
    He squeezed her bottom to remind her what they were.
    “It certainly wasn’t your modesty.” She laughed.
    “Who needs modesty? There are enough people in the world who’ll try and put you down, there’s absolutely no need to join in and hand them ammunition.”
    “How true.” She sighed again, her breath tickling his chest. He wanted to know more but knew he had to tread carefully.
    “It’s strange thinking of myself as a godfather.” He mused.
    Huh? Where had that come from?
    He hadn’t been planning to get heavy but it was no good, the urge to share with Flora felt overwhelming.
    “I suppose it must be. Is this your first godchild then? And you’ve no nephews or nieces?”
    “Yes, first godchild but not the first of my friends to have kids. With Nick it’s different though, he’s my best mate, we go way back.”
    Flora said nothing but her soft warm curves pressed up against him felt comforting and he knew she was listening.
    “What do you want to achieve in life, Flora?”
    “Erm, I’d like to have fun.” She spoke quietly.
    There’s got to be more…
    “Apart from that,” he said impatiently. “Everyone wants to do that for a while but then, after that…what do you want to look back on your life and be proud of?”
    “I used to love art at school,” she replied after a long pause. “I loved designing and creating things. I still make some of my own clothes and design bags. My parents and the school’s career advisor persuaded me out of Art College into a more sensible direction. You know, the kind that pays the bills. I did a book-keeping course instead. Exciting, huh?”
    There was a flat tone to her voice that spoke volumes.
    “But you’re here in Verbier for the season? I’d say that’s pretty exciting.”
    “I wanted a change. I needed a challenge.” She