Two years ago...Hilltop Ski Resort, outside of Denver, Colorado...The hour was late, but Race couldn’t sleep. His mind kept going back to Chrissie Hill. And her kiss. Slipping out the back door to his suite, he stood in the frosty night air on the balcony, wearing only a pair of jeans and gazing out over the snow-covered mountain before him. The cold bit into his bare chest, but he ignored it. The sky was clear, a full moon rising and billions of stars twinkling magically. Race inhaled a deep breath. There was something about tonight...something that made his skin itch...someone who wouldn’t leave his thoughts.He’d never been this obsessed with a woman before, and honestly, he didn’t really know her. Her name, yes...her mouth, hell yes, but her? In the fifteen or so years that he’d been professionally racing bikes, he’d had his fair share of women throwing themselves at him. Bicycling, like any other sport, drew in females looking to share a bed with an athlete, earning t
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