Suiteheart Of A Deal. Wendy Etherington

watched her retreating back until it was just a dot on the landscape, then Beck moved toward Rainey, smiling hopefully. “Now, where were we?”

      She backed away and held up her hands. “Look, Beck, this is too much. Your life is way too complicated for me.”

      Astonishingly, he stomped his foot. “Ah, c’mon, Rainey! She’s a reporter for the Banff Cragg and Canyon. She came to Nakiska Ski Lodge last winter to write a piece on the ski patrol. We went out a few times. That was all.”

      Shaking, Rainey sat down again and reached for the backpack. “It’s time for lunch. I’m starving.”

      “Rainey!”

      Before she could censor herself, the question she was dying to ask slipped out of her mouth. “Tell me something. Did you and she…?”

      “No, we didn’t.”

      “Well, it doesn’t matter anyway, does it?” It didn’t matter. Really it didn’t. Did it?

      Beck started to laugh. “Obviously it matters to you.”

      “Does not!”

      “Does too!”

      She sighed. “It’s okay, Beck. Honestly. Let’s just eat.”