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his
abs. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his rhythmic
heartbeat. He stirred and tightened his grip on me, murmuring “I
love you,” but still fast asleep.
    I felt kind of bad about falling asleep on
him, right after Burke and his mom ruined his night. All
whoever-Nikki-was asked is where he was—that’s not exactly proof of
anything.
    I think .
    I tried to shake the worries out of my
head.
    It was five in the morning, and I needed a
best friend. As it was 7:00 p.m. in Alaska, I figured it’d be safe
to call.
    I got out of bed, grabbed my phone and snuck
to the bathroom.
    “Hello?” Lilly answered.
    “Hi,” I breathed.
    “Oh, thank God!” she exclaimed. “I am so screwed!”
    “What happened?” I quietly shut the door so
it wouldn’t hit the frame.
    “My mom made me an appointment to start
prenatal care. Thankfully their soonest opening is in two weeks,”
she hissed into the phone. “And I suspect the doctor might notice
there’s nothing to care for.”
    I smiled to myself. This girl’s crazy . “It sounds like you’ve gotta tell the truth, as soon
as possible,” I suggested.
    “And say what, I lied about being pregnant?”
she whined. “I don’t want people thinking I’m nuts , thank
you.”
    “Wait a few days and say you had a
miscarriage. I mean it’s just a heavy period, right? It’ll be done
by the time you have to go for your appointment.”
    “Hmmm,” she said thoughtfully. “How’s the
Alps?”
    “Amazing,” I said dreamily. “I don’t want to
come home.”
    “Please don’t say that,” she grumbled. “And
now that you’re gone, I don’t know how I’ll survive in Hawaii
without you!”
    My heart leapt. “Move with us!” I insisted,
maybe too loudly.
    “Move? With Lukasz? Yuck! ”
    I giggled. “Listen, we were having hot
chocolate in the lounge last night, and I saw a message on his
phone. I was just wondering if you know who—”
    “Oh my God, Gino’s calling! I’ll call you
right back!”
    “Wait!” I demanded, desperate for
information. “Do you know—”
    “Talk to you in a few!” She hung up.
    I fell onto the covered toilet, crossed my
arms and sighed loudly in frustration.
    “What’s the matter, Beautiful? Can’t go
tinkle?”
    I laughed and headed into the bedroom.
Halfway to him I leaned over, grabbed him a clean pair of socks and
tossed them at his face.
    He caught them and grinned. “Thanks,
hotness.”
    I grinned and plopped myself on the bed
beside him. “Right.”
    He pounced on me, pinning me on my back. “I
do believe I didn’t get what I wanted last night,” he whispered,
his breath tickling my ear.
    I beamed. “Because your mom had to remind
you to change your socks?”
    He rolled his eyes. “It’s not even that
important—we’re in a wide open area.”
    I pulled on his chain to bring his face
closer. “Maybe you should stop leaving them scattered around the
foot of your bed.”
    “What’s wrong with that?”
    “It’s gross ,” I informed him.
    “Weird,” he stated. “You never seem to mind
my room. Socks and all.”
    I pecked his cheek. “Not when you’re in
it.”
    “I like that.” He kissed me. His mouth moved
to my neck, his thumbs hooked my underwear, and his breathing
became heavy. “You know what else I’d like?”
    I giggled. “Another piece of my soul?”
    His eyes darkened, and he licked his lips. “That.”

 
IX
    Clearly, skiing is not the only
activity at which my boyfriend can be an Olympic champion.
    Five feverishly hot hours later, we left our
suite, planning to hit the slopes. But Luke took a detour.
    “Where are we going?” I asked as we walked
down one of the peaceful little streets. The town was crowded with
log homes, fountains, restaurants, and cute little gift shops. It
was like walking through a Thomas Kinkade painting.
    Luke squeezed my hand. “I want to introduce
you to a really good friend of mine.”
    A jolt of adrenaline rushed through me. “A
good friend?” I asked