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watch
me. You move your hands like so as if you’re molding
dough.”
    Sydney watched Dean make a snowball
and followed his lead. When he placed his snowball on the ground,
she placed hers on top of his. “Like so?”
    “Yeah, like so!” He smiled. “You’re a
natural already!”
    “Not bad for a roo –whoa!” Sydney
slipped on some snow and lost her footing before Dean caught
her.
    Dean looked down at Sydney. Her cheeks
were flushed with a deep pink color, though he couldn’t tell if it
was the weather or her makeup doing that. He did know, however, she
looked like a snow goddess to him. “Are you okay?”
    Dean felt so wonderful and comforting.
His strong arms cradled her body and she quickly got used to how
amazing he felt. His eyes glittered in the sunlight and he looked
amazingly hot. While she loved, highly admired, and respected the
fact he was being a perfect gentleman, Sydney was getting a little
tired of the gesture. “I’m good. Thanks.”

 
    Eight

    “Your nickname is what…?”
    Dean shook his head and rolled his
eyes over dinner with Sydney. After an extraordinary day of
building more snowmen and participating in a snowball fight with a
group of kids, the pair retreated back to their suite and watched
movies for the rest of the afternoon. Needing a break from their
suite, Dean took Sydney out to dinner at the hotel restaurant and
scored a private booth.
    They spent the better part of the
evening really getting to know each other. He found out she’s open
to most types of music and was a not-so closeted fan of Taylor
Swift. She discovered he liked to paint, though he admitted he
wasn’t “that good at it.” He discovered she was the youngest of
three, with two older brothers. Her parents were tenured professors
at San Francisco State University. She found out he was a hardcore
hip-hop head and proclaimed A Tribe Called Quest was one of the
best hip-hop groups ever.
    When she asked him about hockey, Dean
went into great detail to describe hockey terminology to her,
though he could tell some things went over her head. It was pretty
clear, however, his nickname was clearly understood. “The Lunatic,”
he repeated, “that’s what they call me.”
    “Now are you a fun crazy like a Will
Ferrell movie? Or are you a
sitting-in-the-corner-watching-me-sleep-while-you-eat-a-banana type
of crazy?” She smiled.
    “You’re nuts.” Dean
chuckled.
    “I’m just saying…”
    “I wouldn’t eat a banana.”
    Sydney briefly paused and caught the
twinkle in Dean’s eyes. “I saw what you did there.”
    “You like that?” He asked.
    “I like that,” she nodded.
    “Hockey is fun but it’s brutal. Either
you kill or you are killed. I’m friends with many of the guys off
the ice but on it, it’s anyone’s game. I’m going to let my boy
score just because we had a barbeque the other day. Hell, no!” Dean
scoffed. “I will buy him a beer after the fact, though.”
    “Awww…” Sydney grinned. “That’s so
sweet.”
    “Shut it.” Dean laughed and Sydney
joined him. “So Ms. Sydney…”
    “Yes, Mr. Dean?”
    “You’re beautiful, funny, and
incredibly sexy.” He leaned back into his chair. “I have to ask you
why you’re single.”
    Sydney took a sip of wine and let the
fruity liquid roll around her tongue before she swallowed. It was a
good question that she didn’t quite have the answer to. She didn’t
quite believe in the old adage of choice or circumstance but her
bad luck (or was it simply bad taste?) in men made her wonder if
she was the real lunatic. “I’m a good girl who wants the bad boy
and somewhere in there, I realize the bad boy is an asshole so I
get left alone.”
    “Why do good girls want bad boys?” He
asked. “I never understood that. There are plenty of good guys out
there.”
    “And those good guys live in their
mama’s basement playing Dungeons and Dragons while drinking their
third Mountain Dew.” She chuckled. “Bad boys are exciting and a
little