Part 19 (2/2)
When he pulls back, he smiles up at my brother and says, ”She has a great a.s.s.”
”Oh G.o.d,” I groan and lean my forehead against Zack's sternum. ”Don't start something.”
Ty's quiet for a long moment, then leans in above me and shoves his face close to Zack's. ”Hurt her and I'll kill you.”
”Understood.”
”Hey, everyone! Why are you out here in the cold?” Grace and her boyfriend, Jacob, come out the front doors of the lodge, hand in hand. ”Come in! We have heaters upstairs.”
”See?” I whisper to Zack. ”I told you they'd have heaters.”
”I still think you're crazy. Gorgeous, but crazy.”
I glance back at him and my eyes take a trip up and down his long, lean body. He's in his usual jeans, but instead of a T-s.h.i.+rt and coat, he's wearing a long-sleeved, gray V-neck s.h.i.+rt under a red puffy vest. h.e.l.lo, hot stuff.
”I think you're crazy gorgeous, soldier.” I wink and lead him into the lodge behind our friends. We're guided into an elevator and up to the penthouse.
”Make yourselves comfortable,” Jacob says as he leads us into the wide s.p.a.ce. The river-rock fireplace that mirrors the one in the lobby is aglow and surrounded by plush furniture. The dining table is set buffet-style, the kitchen bustling with kitchen staff, and the sliding gla.s.s door that leads out to the balcony is open, inviting us to wander outside.
We grab drinks and a bite to eat on our way out the door to the enormous balcony. It spans the width of the room, and is just as deep, boasting a fire pit in the center, which is lit, and couches arranged in a circle around the fire. There are outdoor heaters in each corner of the balcony, so no s.p.a.ce is too cold to be without a coat.
”This is beautiful,” Cara breathes as she gazes up at the ski hill that is currently awash in light from the night-skiing lights.
”Stunning,” I agree. ”Thank you for inviting us,” I say to Jacob and Grace, who still haven't let go of each other. They really are the cutest couple ever; she's got pretty blond hair and hazel eyes, and Jacob is the handsomest Englishman I've ever seen, tall with blond, wavy hair and bright green eyes that he rarely pulls away from Grace.
He's completely in love with her, and I couldn't be happier for them.
”We're happy to have you,” Jacob replies with a smile. ”This is the best view on the mountain. You'll be able to see the torchlight parade without fighting the crowd.”
”Oh! Before I forget,” Grace adds, ”here are the keys to your rooms.” She hands them out gleefully, like a giddy Christmas elf.
”Thanks for this, man,” Ty says to Jacob. ”You didn't have to.”
”It's nothing, really. This way you can relax and enjoy without having to worry about driving down this b.l.o.o.d.y mountain in the wee hours of the morning.”
”Is this where the party is?” A pretty redheaded woman sticks her head out of the door and glances about until she finds Grace. ”There you are!”
”Hey! Come on out.” Grace takes Hannah by the hand and turns to all of us. ”Do you know everyone?”
”Not quite.” She laughs and waves at us all.
”I'm Jillian,” I begin and shake her hand. ”This is my boyfriend, Zack King, and his brother, Josh. You've met Josh's fiancee, Cara, right?”
Hannah nods and smiles at Cara.
”And this is Ty, my brother, and his beautiful fiancee, Lauren.”
”You can call me Lo,” she says and smiles warmly.
”Oh good, the rest are here!” Cara exclaims and hugs Brad as he comes through the door. ”Hey you!”
”Hey, young lady,” Brad replies with a grin. Max and Jenna follow him out onto the balcony.
”That's Brad, one of Cunningham Falls' finest, followed by his younger brother, Max, and their sister, Jenna.”
”Holy s.h.i.+t, don't expect me to remember everyone's names,” Hannah replies but laughs and shakes everyone's hands.
The guys all shake hands, and Max's eyebrow raises when he sees Zack's arm around my shoulders, holding me to his side. I smile and shrug, and Max offers me a silent thumbs-up.
I love my friends.
CHAPTER.
Eleven.
ZACK.
I don't want to be here. Not with all of these people. I love my brother, and h.e.l.l, I like everyone here, but I just had the s.h.i.+ttiest afternoon of my life.
Worse than watching young men get blown to bits. Worse than having to hold their moms and wives while they grieve.
But Jilly wanted to be here tonight, so here we are. And I'm f.u.c.king p.i.s.sed at myself because I snapped at her and she didn't deserve it. I'll make it up to her tonight.
”What time does the parade start?” Jenna asks and wanders over to the edge of the balcony, looking up at the hill.
”In about thirty minutes,” Jacob replies. ”So in the meantime, please, grab some food and drinks and enjoy.”
”What, exactly, is a torchlight parade?” Hannah asks. Brad offers her a gla.s.s of champagne, and I tilt my head to the side, watching my friend. Seems he might be interested in the new doc in town. Can't say I blame him. She's a pretty woman.
”Exactly what it sounds like,” Brad answers her. ”They dim the lights, and skiers come down the hill holding torches.”
”It makes me nervous.” Grace shudders delicately. ”I'd fall and break all my bones.”
Jilly laughs next to me, catching my attention.
”I love your shoes, Jill,” Jenna comments. ”Jimmy Choo?”
”Yes.” Jill nods and looks down at her s.e.xy-as-f.u.c.k shoes. Seems they cost a fortune and she's wearing them out in the f.u.c.king snow.
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