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he was afraid she might pull back completely.
    “Oh, look, lunch is set here on the table right by the window.” She turned to grin at him. “I am so starving. I guess it must be all the fresh air.”
    Brandon unzipped his jacket and tossed it aside. “No doubt. Let me have your jacket and we’ll tuck in.”
    She slid out of the pink and gray coat to reveal a form-fitting turtleneck beneath it. Brandon’s body temperature shot up several degrees. Lord help him, but she had an amazing body. When she handed him the jacket, their fingers brushed, their eyes met and the heat level jacked up another notch.
    “Lucy.” Her name hung in the air. He saw her swallow and blink before she took a step back. Brandon sighed. Whatever there was between them, she wasn’t ready to let her guard down, which made him wonder why she was so cautious. Someone with her beauty and generosity shouldn’t live life through a filter of mistrust. Brandon took a deep breath, smiled and gestured toward the table. “Let’s eat.”
    Even as hungry as she was, she ate with delicacy and care. She avoided anything high fat, and limited the starches. Curiosity once again getting the better of him, he said, “You know, you don’t seem like a person who needs to watch what they eat, yet you do. You say you don’t model, but you eat like someone who does.”
    Lucy paused with a bite of salad on the way to her lips. “I just like being in good shape.” A vague sense of disappointment filled him. She’d lied. There was more to it, but he didn’t feel like he knew her well enough to pursue the truth. Hell, admit it. He didn’t want to scare her off.
    “Matt’s invited me out on the resort’s newest expert run this afternoon,” Brandon told her as he finished his sandwich. “It’s been a couple of years since we’ve been able to hit the slopes together.”
    Lucy sipped from a mug of tea and set it aside. “I was going to hit the pool. They’ve got lap swimming time this afternoon, and I need to get in a workout.”
    Brandon nodded, wondering again what made her such a fanatic about keeping physically fit. She sure didn’t seem like one of those obsessed women on the verge of a serious eating disorder. “You swim every day?”
    She shrugged, her gray eyes once again a little wary. “Swim or run. I–uh–I lift a couple of times a week too.”
    “Sounds almost like the training schedule Matt and I had to adhere to while we were on the ski team in college.” He hoped the comment might get her talking about why she spent so much time working out.
    “You competed?” she asked instead, turning the conversation around to him. Not what he’d wanted, but he couldn’t very well ignore her question.
    “Yes. Matt and I also competed outside of school. We were both shortlisted for the Olympics. I didn’t make the cut. Matt did.”
    “So why isn’t he still competing?” Lucy asked. “I’ve heard of plenty of skiers who compete into their thirties. Why would he stop?”
    “Injury. I’m sure you’ve seen the video in the opening of some of those sports shows. It was a pretty nasty accident over in Switzerland. Matt was lucky. He had some great surgeons who were able to not only repair the damage to his leg and back, but even got him to the point where he could ski again.”
    “Just not to the point where he could be competitive, right?”
    Brandon nodded. “The difference between being a great skier and being a world-class athlete isn’t measured in much more than tenths of seconds. Matt tried to come back, but he was never able to break into the top ten in any of the World Cup competitions. He didn’t even finish one season following his recovery before he decided to hang it up. His dad was ready to retire, so Matt came here and took over Falcon’s Summit. He’s made improvements and turned it into a first class resort.”
    He didn’t add he had been a major investor in the resort, much to Alexander Barlow-Barrett’s frowning