Snowkissed. Jessica Gilmore

that mad impulses never ended well.

      ‘Of course I’m serious. Why wouldn’t I be?’

      ‘Because... Well... We can’t just up and leave.’

      ‘Last time I looked I was the boss and I say we can.’

      The idea gave him a sudden surge of exhilaration—the kind he usually felt on a surfboard. It morphed into a mad desire to take her hands and twirl her round the room. Which was every kind of nutty—from peanuts to Brazil. Rein it in, Ethan. What exactly was he suggesting, here?

      Welcome rationalisation kicked in. ‘I’d like to check out the Alps anyway—as a possible Caversham location.’

      ‘But you haven’t even opened the castle yet.’

      Ethan shrugged. ‘Gotta keep on moving, Ruby. I told you I want to make it big, and momentum is key.’

      Plus, it made sense—it would make this a business trip and not a mad impulse at all. With any luck he’d get there, feel the buzz of a new venture—and the odd, unwanted emotions that Ruby stirred within him would dissipate. Come to that, once the ball was over—which was a few scant days away—he wouldn’t need to spend as much time here. He’d see Ruby less, and his life would regain its status quo.

      ‘So what do you think? Shall we go and get a feel for the place?’

      Ruby wasn’t sure she could think. Or at least think straight. His idea had conjured up cosy warm scenes. Snow, mountain peaks, magical Christmas card scenery... Ethan and Ruby walking hand in hand...

       As if.

      Ruby hauled in a breath and instructed her brain to think, to oust the temptation that had slunk to the table—a late and uninvited guest at negotiations. Ethan had probably never held hands with anyone in his life, and the very fact that the picture had formed in her mind meant she needed to be on her guard.

      In fact... ‘It’s a crazy idea.’

      ‘Why? We both deserve a break. I have a good gut feeling about the Alps as a Caversham location, you’ve done a lot of research into the Caversham ethos, and I’d value a second opinion from you.’

      It all sounded so reasonable. His words slipped into her consciousness like honey. From a professional viewpoint her boss had asked her to go on a business trip. It was a no-brainer.

      Plus, if she said no would he take someone else? A sudden vision of gorgeous blondes and curvy brunettes paraded in her brain and her nails scored into her palm in instinctive recoil.

      ‘I think it sounds fabulous. Let’s do it.’

      Temptation gave a smug smile of victory and panic assailed her nerves. Because all of a sudden thrills of anticipation shot through her veins. Chill, Ruby. Who wouldn’t look forward to Christmas in the Alps? Obviously those little pulse-buzzes had zilch to do with the prospect of one-on-one time with Ethan. Because that would be personal. To say nothing of certifiably stupid.

      Ethan nodded, his expression inscrutable. ‘Okay. I’ll check flights and we’ll take the first available one.’

      ‘Fantastic.’

      Though it occurred to Ruby that this whole idea could be better filed under ‘Terminally Stupid’.