Sisters in Love (Snow Sisters, Book One: Love in Bloom Series #1) Read Online Free

and kids who knew
no boundaries. There were five trails at the resort, and he’d skied
them all. The back wasn’t even the toughest terrain. There was one
higher, rougher trail, accessible only by the ski lift that had
dropped them at the crest of the trail. It also went all the way to
the top, to the crest of Little Hellion. Only experienced skiers
were allowed to ski Little Hellion, and they wore special tags on
their jackets. Blake looked down at his tag. He and Dave had passed
the course requirements for taking on Little Hellion three years
earlier. He remembered that afternoon fondly. He and Dave had
ribbed each other about the other one failing to tackle the
pre-Hellion trails, but they both surpassed the expected skill
level. Hot-dog Dave even flipped over a few of the moguls, angering
the instructors. Blake smiled at the memory. When it came to
skiing, Dave had always been a show-off.
    The rescue team headed right while Blake
skied to the left, toward the end of the back run, to meet Dave.
One of the rescue team’s snowmobiles was pulling out, and Blake
skied off to the side to let it pass.
    “Where’s the fall?” he hollered.
    “Little Hellion. Just closed the slope. Be
careful out there.” The snowmobile zoomed away at full
throttle.
    Blake knew that if the slope was closed, the
accident was bad. He wondered who’d been dumb enough to ham it up
on Little Hellion on a night like tonight.
     
    The fresh powder made the trek toward the
back take longer than it should. When Blake finally arrived, a
handful of skiers were sliding into the unpacked snow, sending
thick sheets of snow careening into the air. Blake stood off to the
side and waited for Dave.
    After fifteen minutes, he wondered if he’d
missed Dave and if he’d already headed back up the lift for another
run. As a twenty-something-year-old guy came to a stop at the
bottom of the hill, Blake asked him if he’d seen Dave.
    “He’s about this tall.” Blake held up his
hand to eye level. “Royal-blue jacket, great skier.”
    “Nope. Dude, it’s rough up there. I couldn’t
see ten feet in front of me, but I didn’t see anyone stuck or hurt,
if that’s what you mean. I did hear of an accident up on Little
Hellion.”
    “Right, thanks.” Blake headed back toward the
front of the mountain. When he reached the lift, he decided to wait
a little longer. Dave had been upset. Maybe he just wanted to be
alone for a while. Hell, he’d take one more quick trip down the
mountain and then look for Dave. What could it hurt? Dave was a big
boy.
    The ski lift bumped over each of the pole
junctions. The skiers below Blake became tiny specs amid a sea of
white as he ascended the mountain. At the top, he skied off the
lift and stood at the crest, admiring the magnificent view. Blake
was five when he first began skiing with his father, and by the
time he was seven, he was already catching air. As a teen, he’d
joined a weekend ski team. The older kids hung out together before
and after practice. They’d spent practically all day on Saturdays
and Sundays on the slopes. What had started as a dare between
friends—flip over the biggest mogul you can find—turned into a
competition, then a passion, and later, into a full-blown
obsession. From then on, Blake was hooked. He’d even taken private
lessons and learned to acroski better than anyone he’d ever met,
with the exception of Dave.
    They’d met as adults, on the slopes. Dave had
just finished a big jump; he'd spun off of a cliff, landed
perfectly, and zoomed the rest of the way down the slope. Blake had
complimented him . Man, you sure hurled your carcass up
there . Nice. Dave said thanks, but walked away and
totally blew him off. So Blake took to the cliff. He wasn’t one to
be ignored—or outdone. Dave acted like he wasn’t watching, but
Blake knew better. To be an acroskier you had to be competitive.
After Blake’s perfect, corked spin, Dave approached and offered to
teach him how to straighten it