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managed to land it on my face and my ass.”
    “So pain and pleasure,” Maddie laughed.
    “No rest for the wicked.” Sawyer grinned and I couldn’t help but wonder just how wicked he could be. Then I mentally smacked myself and pulled my mind out of the gutter.
    “You’re being modest.” Maddie winked. “I’m sure the new trick is just as perfect as the others.” She grabbed my arm and pulled me closer. “You know, Dee has been keeping me updated on all your tours and wins. You’re quite a big Carver fan, aren’t you, girl?”
    I smiled, hoping the blue and white lights above us would hide my bright red cheeks. “I’ve always been a fan.”
    I’d been Sawyer’s biggest fan long before he was Carter the Carver. But Maddie made it seem like I was dishing out daily updates on his life. That wasn’t the case. Since his first big win, I’d promised myself to only check up on him every six months or so.
    Anything else was too painful to bear. From the age of seven to sixteen, I’d gotten used to being around him every single day. Resorting to snowboarding websites and tabloid blurbs for information about someone who’d once been one of my closest friends wasn’t easy to bear.
    “It’s great to see you all,” Sawyer said. Then he surprised me—and probably Maddie and Adam as well—by placing his arms around my shoulders and pulling me into him. “I’ve missed you, Silver,” he whispered against my ear, his tone so low only I could hear. As his breath caressed my skin, my lips gave out an involuntary gasp.
    So much had changed about Sawyer, but every nuance of that raspy, sleepy voice was still engraved in my memory. And now it was sending a dangerously tantalizing current through my entire body. Sparks traveled from my ear all the way into my toes, stopping to tease other, less frequented, places along the way. I shivered under his touch, filling my lungs with his scent.
    “ Sawyer ! There you are!” A shrill female voice made us jump. We pulled apart, but Sawyer’s fingers still lingered on my hips.
    “Hey, Mia,” he drawled lazily as a tall, curvy brunette sidled up to our small group.
    The girl wore a tight pink corset and a matching pink-and-grey plaid schoolgirl skirt that would, without a doubt, be outlawed in every single school in the country. Her long, straight hair was silky and smooth, her body alluringly voluptuous. She was undeniably pretty, though her beauty came about in a fake-lashes-and-abnormally-blue-contacts kind of way. She was the epitome of a “snow bunny”—a girl whose only business on the slopes was to make sure her lip-gloss matched her jacket. And sleep with hot snowboarders. That last thought left a surprisingly bitter taste of jealousy in its wake.
    The emotion only intensified when Mia placed her long, manicured nails on Sawyer’s arm.
    “We’re waiting to start the poker tournament and need our key player,” she purred, sliding her fingers over one of his tattoos.
    He moved his arm, but not before I could see it was an image of a mountain with the word freedom entwined around its peaks. Sawyer had always viewed snowboarding as a way to achieve freedom.
    In more ways than one.
    “Are you guys playing poker?” Maddie cut in, shooting her brightest smile at Mia.
    Mia didn’t respond; she was too busy appraising her competition and checking out Adam.
    “We’re having a little midnight tourney,” Sawyer answered for her. “I’m staying at one of the cabins across the street. I’d love it if you joined us.”
    “Hell yeah," Maddie said.
    Adam nodded. “Sure.”
    “But we already have a full table, babe,” Mia whined, looking displeased at the thought of having to share Sawyer.
    Sawyer ignored her. “What do you say, Silver?” He bent his head to mine, once again, claiming me with his eyes. “Strip-poker. Anything goes.”
    I almost responded with: “Hopefully everything goes.” Instead I cleared my throat and said, “You know I can’t play poker