Free Through The Grapevine: A BWWM Romance by Sherie Keys

You're the best."
     
    Shannon nodded and laughed. "Yes, I am! Now go get her!" and with that she disappeared.
     
    Colby headed to the ski lodge and people who thought he was a movie star stopped him three times before he got to the bar. It boosted his ego and his confidence enormously to hear comments like that from strangers who admired him.
     
    He downed a whiskey and then ordered another one, but moved to a large leather armchair that faced the huge windows overlooking the slopes, and there he sat, waiting for her. Two hours passed, and he had three whiskeys over his lips and a small fan club forming around him when he finally saw her. She came traipsing in the door laughing and talking with a great hulk of a man who looked like he was one solid muscle from his blonde head to his snow boots.
     
    Colby stood up and the women around him began to chatter at him and giggle, and in a single moment, Tiffany flipped her long wavy blonde hair over her shoulder and turned, looking at him in passing and then stopping in her tracks when she realized who he was.
     
    She did a double take at first, looking at him and winking, and then looking back at him and staring. Her face flushed scarlet and a wall of panic hit her as she stood there.
     
    The man came up behind her and swatted her on the ass, but she quickly pushed his hand away from her and then whispered something to him and he nodded and walked away from her, heading toward the bar.
     
    Tiffany smiled a little and walked awkwardly toward Colby, reaching for him and giving him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
     
    "What on earth are you doing here, and what have you done to yourself?" she asked in wonder, acting as though everything was alright and it was no big deal that he was standing in front of her in the ski lodge.
     
    He shook his head at her. "I came to see if my bride was ready to leave her lover and come back home with me so we could get married."
     
    She stared at him and her mouth fell open. "My... what? What are you talking about?" she asked with faux innocence, blinking her eyes and laying her hand on her heart.
     
    Colby looked at her seriously. "Ron? Your lover? I was hoping you'd be ready to leave him by now, and come home with me. We have a wedding to get ready for, if you still want to get married."
     
    Tiffany didn't speak to him, she just shook her head. "How did you find out?" she asked quietly.
     
    "Oh, I talked to your dad and the rest just kind of fell into place. I've been here for a while today, so a lot of questions were answered that way, too." He kept it vague without seeming suspicious.
     
    She looked like she was weighing several things over in her mind, and at long last she walked up to him slowly and wrapped her arms around him.
     
    "I'm so sorry, Colby!" She  buried her face in his chest and shed a few tears on his new shirt. Then she looked up at him and said, "Let's get out of here and go talk somewhere."
     
    Colby felt for the first time that there might actually be a real light at the end of the tunnel. "I'd like that very much." He took her  under his arm and walked  toward the front door of the lodge. She was stunned when two more people stopped him asking him for autographs and thinking he was a celebrity.
     
    They drove to a cafe downtown and sat at a table together.
     
    Tiffany stared at him and grinned. "I just can't take my eyes off of you! What a transformation! You look so good! What made you change so much?" she asked curiously.
     
    He shrugged lightly. "Well, knowing that you were so unsatisfied with me that you were looking for fun elsewhere; that was a catalyst in the changes I've been going through this week."
     
    "Well, you  look amazing, and I love it." 
     
    The strings in his heart that she normally tugged on with nothing but a mere smile didn't seem to be reacting to her charms.
     
    "We need to decide what we are going to do,” he asked plainly, looking directly at her.
     
    She shifted