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but I was able to stand on it. I think I had just
twisted it a little. By the time I got to my feet, Jacques was
skiing towards us. I found out later that he had been in the chair
behind us on the lift. He skidded to a halt beside me.
    ‘Are you OK?’ he asked. He seemed to be asking me
that question a lot.
    ‘I’m fine,’ I said. ‘My ankle hurts a bit, but no
serious damage. I’m not so sure about Bailey, though.’
    I said that because Bailey was lying in the snow a
few yards away, with her leg turned at an angle that looked very
unnatural. And she was screaming for help in a voice that made even
me feel sorry for her. Jacques took one look and winced.
    ‘Oh, she’s broken a leg. No doubt about it. I’ll go
and fetch the medics. Tell her that help is on its way.’
    Jacques sped away down the slope at top speed. I
stumbled through the snow to where Bailey lay, and did my best to
comfort her. I did, really. I’m not that much of a bitch. But even
while I was talking to her in my most soothing voice, a thought
kept going round and round in my head.
     
    Angel – 1. Bailey – 0.
     
    ***
     
    Bailey didn’t have to
wait long for help. The medics arrived on a snowmobile, with a
stretcher behind and Jacques on board, too. His prognosis was
right. Bailey’s leg was broken in two places – a classic skier’s
injury. Jacques said she had her ski bindings too tight, so the ski
didn’t come off like it should have done when she fell.
    Silly cow.
    But I tried really hard not to gloat. The medics put
Bailey onto the stretcher and whisked her away for the trip to
hospital. That left me and Jacques standing alone in the snow. The
lesson was over now, so we had nothing to do but head back down the
slopes to the resort.
    ‘How is your ankle?’ Jacques enquired.
    To tell you the truth, I had forgotten there had
been anything wrong with it. I could stand on it without any
problems now. But I didn’t feel the need to share that information
with Jacques.
    ‘Oooh, it still hurts a bit. I’m not sure if I can
get down the slope on my own.’
    ‘Then let me help you.’ Jacques bundled up all our
skis and poles under one strong arm. Then he put the other around
me, and we worked our way down the hillside together.
    ‘I saw what Bailey did, you know,’ he said. ‘I was
right behind you. I couldn’t believe it when she shoved you like
that. She only has herself to blame for her injury. I thought she
was a nice girl, but I see now that I was wrong.’
    ‘I don’t feel any anger towards her,’ I lied
effortlessly. ‘I just feel sorry that she is going to miss out on
all the fun.’
    ‘Serves her right.’
    Jacques escorted me all the way back to my room.
Once I had stripped off my ski gear, he encouraged me to lie down
on the bed. ‘You should rest for a while, Angel. I don’t want you
to do any further damage to that ankle.’
    ‘It does still hurt a bit,’ I lied. ‘Maybe you could
massage it a little. But you had better take your ski gear off
first– it’s too hot in here to wear ski clothes.’
    Jacques didn’t need to be asked twice. He stripped
off his ski jacket, leggings and boots and sat at the bottom of the
bed in a sweatshirt and pants. ‘Actually, I trained as a masseuse
back in Switzerland. A proper massage is very good for soothing
skiing injuries. Just lie back and let me take care of you.’
    I was happy to do just that. I was wearing a T-shirt
and shorts, which I had found the most comfortable to wear under my
heavy ski gear. I could see Jacques taking a good look at my legs
as he began to massage my ankles. Bailey might have had a touch on
me in the breasts department, but when it comes to legs, I could
give her a real run for her money. Jacques certainly seemed to be
captivated by the view.
    ‘My calves are a little sore as well,’ I whimpered.
‘Do you think you could give those a massage, too?’
    ‘Of course.’
    Jacques didn’t hang around. His hands slipped up my
legs, and gently