Chapter 5 Zoe
ZOE
“How do I get on this thing?” The bench-like seats of the chairlift were moving at an alarming speed.
Kai returned from inside the little building after starting the lift. “You sit. Surely you’ve done that before?”
I rolled my eyes, which hopefully he couldn’t see because of the goggles. “Not with chairs that move.” Why did they have to move that fast? ”Can’t you turn it off again? Then I can get on it while it’s not moving.”
He moved effortlessly toward me, his long skis gliding through the snow. Unlike mine. If I’d thought the boots were clunky, that was nothing compared to having six-foot-long boards attached to your feet.
Kai chuckled. “But then I’d have to go start it again, and you’d be lifted away without me.” He’d already told me that when more guests arrived, an attendant would run the chairlift.
“So? I won’t fall off.” Probably.
“Yeah, but I have to get you off at the top.” He paused a moment, as if playing back his words in his head. Then he gave me a crooked but cocky grin. “So to speak.”
He stepped into the path of the next chair. “It’s easy.” He sat down just as the base of the chair was about to hit the back of his knees. It swept him forward, and he hopped off before it could carry him up the mountain. “You try.”
My stomach gave a painful little flop. If I tried that, I’d fall off and go sprawling at his feet.
Or get tangled up in the cable and strangle myself.
At this point, I didn’t know which scenario was worse.
I hated this. It was my senior year. Soon, I’d be working in a resort like this for real.
Making decisions. Making guests happy—like I should be doing today.
Instead, I was spending the morning learning how to walk and sit.
Kai came right up to me, one of his skis sliding between my own. “Come on, I’ll help.”
He reached for my gloved hands. Great… I was holding hands with the hottest guy I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t even feel his fingers through the layers of padding and insulation between us.
“Sidestep,” he said, moving his ski to my left, toward the chairlift.
I did the same with my left foot, lifting the ski just enough to clear the ground.
He brought his right foot over a few inches and then waited until I copied him. When he smiled up at me, his teeth were nearly as white as the snow. “See? It’s just like dancing.”
“Dancing in the Arctic Circle,” I muttered. But the thought of dancing with him, being held in his arms, was certainly more appealing than dwelling on how stupid I felt.
“Whatever floats your boat. Come on, keep sidestepping.”
We continued our awkward baby steps until the long, bench-like chairs drifting by were only inches away.
Kai pushed back from me, dropping my hands.
When he was clear, he turned those piercing blue eyes on me.
“There’s just one more thing to do. When I tell you to, take a big step to your left.
Then all you have to do is lean back. Let the chair come up under you. It’ll do the work, easy as pie.”
Easy for him. Not for me. My body trembled in way that had nothing to do with the cold. But I nodded. What else could I do? It was the only way to get this over with. And whether I succeeded or died trying, it would put me that much closer to the end of the lesson.
Quickly and gracefully, he turned around and stepped into the path of the next chair, sitting down and then sliding over to give me space. “Now, Zoe!”
I tried. I really did. I took a step to my left, but it wasn’t far enough.
The damn chair seemed to speed up, and the armrest hit me in the butt, causing me to yelp and jump to the side.
I didn’t move the heavy skis fast enough and I overbalanced.
My face hit the ground, the ski goggles pressing painfully against my skin and snow burning my mouth and nose.
The stupid chairlift continued on, sweeping Kai along with it, but he hopped off and skied back to me, offering me a hand up.
Face flushed, I got on all fours, spitting snow out of my mouth. Then I took his hand, prepared to heave myself up, but he lifted me easily.
There was a neutral expression on his face, but I could see through it. He was trying not to laugh.
“Am I the worst ski student you’ve ever had?” I asked as he checked to make sure the skis were still attached properly. I hated the fact that I sounded like a grumpy child.
“Maybe I’m the worst ski instructor you’ve ever had.” He winked as he straightened back up.
That almost made me smile. “I like that interpretation better.”
“Good thing for you I’m also an experienced instructor, because we’re going to make this work. Stand next to the chairlift again.”
Good lord, why wouldn’t this guy give up?
Surely Mrs. Greer couldn’t fault me if Kai ended the lesson.
Begrudgingly, I shuffled and sidestepped over to where I’d been before.
The chairs glided by at a reasonable pace, and I half wondered if someone somewhere had a remote control and was making them speed up whenever I tried to get on.
I wouldn’t put it past Asher. He was mean enough, except he clearly didn’t give a shit about me.
Kai positioned himself next to me, on the opposite side from the chair. “Okay, we’re going to do this on the count of three. One…”
“Do what?” I asked quickly. “The same thing as before?”
“Two…”
“Do what?” Out of the corner of the eye, I saw movement. The chair was approaching like my worst nightmare, and I could practically hear the theme from Jaws playing in my head.
“Three!” Kai grabbed me around the waist and lifted me straight off the ground as I shrieked.
“Keep your skis level,” he growled, as I clutched at his shoulders. He took a huge step to the side and deposited me on the bench of the chairlift. “Scoot over!”
I tried, my skis dragging against the snow. Then the ground dropped away and I moved to the far side of the chair. Kai still was trying to get on.
He grabbed the arm of the chair and jumped, managing to get his ass on the bench next to me, but it caused the chair to swing wildly, and I yelped, grabbing the arm of the chair on one side—and his thigh on the other.
Kai was panting slightly as he put his gloved hand over mine, patting it. “You did it.”
Since I very clearly hadn’t, I resisted the urge to scowl. “You could’ve warned me you were going to do that.”
“Yes, I could have.”
That was all he said, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see him smirking.
Which was infuriating, but I had bigger things on my mind.
Like the way the chair rocked back and forth.
And it wasn’t even level to begin with, since it was very obvious that the ski god, with his extremely muscular frame, weighed a lot more than I did.
But when I was reasonably certain I wasn’t going to plummet to my death—yet—I took a moment to admire the view.
We were higher now, floating upward past snow-covered evergreens.
The mountain rose steeply, and soon we were higher than the trees, and it was like you could see the entirety of the Appalachians.
It was beautiful. My jaw dropped open as I took it in.
So beautiful, in fact, that I kind of forgot I wasn’t alone until Kai shifted, making the chair rock again. I clutched at the arm of the chair but managed not to grab his leg again.
“Scared of heights?” he asked. “I always forget to ask that before we start out.”
“No,” I said truthfully. “Just scared of skiing.”
He chuckled. The sound was low and rumbly, and it warmed me somehow.
Except we were going higher and higher. Which meant that soon, we’d need to get off this thing—somehow. “Um… what do I have to do at the top?”
Absently, he swung his legs, and the blood drained from my face as the chair rocked back and forth. “Same thing we did at the base, only in reverse.”
“Which is?” I said, fighting to keep my voice steady. The top of the lift was getting closer and closer. “All I did was to dive out of the way.”
“I meant the part where you let me manhandle you onto the lift.” He smirked, amusement in his eyes. “Ready for round two?”
Not even remotely.