Snow Job Tara Wyatt (the best novels to read .TXT) 📖

the resort staff had insisted she take with her to help her home. It felt so strange being back in the city, back in her building. So much had happened that it felt like she’d been gone for a lot longer than just five days.

Amazing how much could change in five days.

That morning, after slow and sleepy sex with Sebastian, he’d called for a snowmobile to take her back to the resort. She had to get her stuff together to head back home with her colleagues, and he had a day full of lessons. As they’d waited for the snowmobile, they’d stood on the porch together, the sun dazzling against the snow, making it sparkle. He’d kissed her and kissed her and kissed her, only letting her go when the buzz of the snowmobile cut through the quiet morning air. She’d promised him that she’d text and that she’d be back on Friday.

She was already counting down the seconds. On the charter bus ride back to the city, she’d booked her train ticket for Friday afternoon, sending him a screenshot of the confirmation. His text back, a couple of hours later, had made her smile because the same thought was bouncing through her brain.

Sebastian: Is it Friday yet?

Kayla: No. It’s still Sunday, somehow.

Sebastian: What about now?

Kayla: Still no.

Sebastian: This is going to be a long week, isn’t it?

Kayla: You’re telling me. And you don’t have to deal with Stammler tomorrow morning.

Sebastian: Don’t take his shit, baby. Stand up for yourself.

Kayla: I’ll try. How’d your lesson with Chase go?

Sebastian: Really good. He has so much raw talent. He can land tricks that I find tough, even now. But his attitude sucks and I don’t get the sense that his parents think this could actually be anything serious for him.

Kayla: Hmmm. Talented, crappy attitude, unsupportive parents…I think he’s lucky you’re in his corner.

Sebastian: I like working with him. When I don’t want to strangle him, that is. I gotta go, I have a group lesson starting in 10.

Kayla: Okay. I miss you already.

Sebastian: I miss you too. Text me when you get home safe.

Kayla: I will.

Yeah, five days could change everything, couldn’t it? Five days could undo three years of animosity. Five days was long enough to make her question what she wanted and how she wanted her life to be.

She accidentally banged her suitcase against the door to her apartment and heard Willa’s voice from inside.

“Hello? Is someone there?”

“It’s just me,” she called back, hoping she hadn’t scared her. As she fumbled for her keys in her purse, she heard the lock flip and the door opened.

“Hey, you made it back! Mostly in one piece, I see,” she said gesturing at Kayla’s cane. “Here, let me help you.” She took Kayla’s suitcase and purse from her, putting them in Kayla’s bedroom. When she came back, she helped Kayla take off her coat and boots, too. “Did you wipe out on the ski hill?” she asked, no doubt noticing the tensor bandage still around Kayla’s ankle.

“Yeah, I twisted my ankle pretty good, but it’s already feeling better than it was. Another few days and I’m sure it’ll be fine. It’s no big deal, really.”

With her coat and shoes put away, Willa tilted her head and scrutinized her. “You should’ve asked me to come pick you up at Port Authority.”

Kayla waved her off. “It’s fine. I took a cab, and I have this very sexy cane.”

Willa pouted. “I wish you would’ve called me.” But she let it go quickly and headed into the kitchen. “You want some tea?”

“Tea sounds good.” She shuffled into the living room and plopped herself down on the couch, noting Willa’s discarded laptop and multiple notebooks open with various scribbles. The computer screen was filled with code that meant literally nothing to Kayla. She’d always been impressed with Willa’s tech skills. She was a total whiz, especially when it came to coding and design.

“So how was the rest of the retreat? I didn’t hear from you again, but I just assumed you were busy.”

“Oh, I was pretty busy,” she murmured, blood rushing to her face.

A few minutes later, Willa returned, two steaming mugs of peppermint tea—Kayla’s favorite—in her hands. Kayla took one gratefully, curling her fingers around the mug’s warmth. Willa sat down on the couch beside her, then blew over the surface of her tea and took a cautious sip.

She frowned. “You look different,” she said slowly, her eyes roving over Kayla from head to toe.

“I do?”

“Yeah. You’re kind of glowing. Was there a spa at the resort?”

She shook her head, biting her lip as her cheeks grew even hotter. “There is, but I didn’t go. The glow you’re seeing is probably from all the sex I had. With Sebastian.”

Willa’s eyes went wide. “As in Prescott? That Sebastian? The one you spent the past three years complaining about?”

“That’d be the one.”

“Oh. My. God.” She set her tea down and clapped her hands together excitedly. “I knew you didn’t hate him!”

“No, I definitely don’t hate him, especially after we had sex eight times. And I lost track of how many times I came. I don’t even know.”

“No wonder you’re glowing,” said Willa, a hint of jealousy in her voice. “Ooh, the Prescotts are horrible, stay away from them,” she said in a teasing tone. “What’s that saying about protesting too much?”

Kayla laughed, remembering their conversation from just a week ago. “I’m willing to admit when I’m wrong, and I was wrong about Sebastian. Very wrong, in fact.”

“So…was this like a ‘let’s bang it out of our systems’ kind of situation? Because when we talked on the phone, I got the distinct impression that there was more than just attraction there.”

Kayla sipped her tea. “You’d be right about that, too. We’re dating now. He’s…I guess he’s my boyfriend?” She shook her head, still kind of amazed at everything that had happened. “I already bought a train ticket to go back next weekend.”

Willa leaned forward and pressed the palm of her