The next morning, they headed to the slopes without talking any more about their past. Milli fell down as much as she skied but she always got back up. Lloyd showed her a better way to turn and stop. He feared for her bodily safety. Between her lack of skill, absence of fear, and need for speed, he worried she would break something. By afternoon, they were talking in their suite after showering while waiting on room service for an early dinner. The adrenaline from the day on the slopes hadn’t worn off yet.
“Whoever taught you how to ski was trying to get you maimed or killed,” Lloyd huffed.
“Well, he was from Texas,” Milli answered, laughing at his stormy expression.
“A Texan?!? Really?” He seemed disgusted. “You let a Texan teach you how to ski?!?”
“Yep. He taught me to ski in Tahoe, California, in April.” She grinned at his reaction.
“Seriously? A Texan taught you to ski in California?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “Yep.” She popped
