Chapter 24
HANNAH
I stand on the front steps of the main building, tapping my feet in frustration. Not only do I not want to be up this early, but coaxing Noah back onto the slopes just to save my best friend’s family’s resort is becoming more of a headache than a simple task.
And the bastard is late.
Again.
A few seconds away from heading back to my cabin and saying fuck it, a ginormous shiny black truck with flashy new rims pulls up to the front. The smell of exhaust tickles my nose, and I want to gag.
The driver's door swings open, and out comes Noah, adjusting his dark sunglasses, smiling like he just won the lottery. Wearing his signature all-black snowboard gear with some random logo on the front in white lettering, he makes his way over to the passenger side and helps his brunette friend, Cassy, from yesterday, out. They’re both in a matching set.
What the actual fuck am I getting myself into?
I cross my arms, rolling my eyes. “You’re late.”
Noah makes his way around back to where I stand, his arm draped causally over her shoulders. “Sorry, I had to take a little detour.”
“To where? Mount Mansfield?” I scoff.
“Something like that.” He winks at the woman next to him, who just laughs and squeezes the hand that hangs over her shoulder.
I have to clench my fists hard, my nails digging into my palms, most likely creating marks, just to hold back from punching him square in the face. “Well, enough fooling around. We need to be ready and back out there for the event. Let’s go.”
I move to get a better view of his ostentatious hunk of machinery and give a devilish smirk as I take a good, hard look at Noah, who shamelessly flirts with Cassy. “Nice truck, quite big, actually. Are you compensating for something, Noah?”
He stops mid-conversation, and his eyes squint. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Red?”
I shrug. “It would probably be a disappointment anyway. Move your shit truck and come meet me at the top of the half pipe in five minutes; otherwise, you’re on your own.”
I walk away, satisfied with my comment, only my chest feels heavy, worry wrapping around my heart. If I can’t get Noah back on the slopes in time for the event…it’ll all be for nothing.