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How had she landed in his arms?

Then she remembered. Their sleds had collided, and after rolling in the snow she’d landed in a heap right on top of him.

Once he regained his footing, he reached down to clasp her outstretched hand.

“Easy there. It’s slick here.”

She’d barely stood when her footing gave way and she pitched forward into his chest, her arms flying around him to stay upright. And then she looked up at him, eyes wide, her face mere inches from his.

“I’m…sorry.” Why had her words come out a breathy whisper?

Up close, the depths of his stormy gray eyes were even more amazing than she’d remembered. For a long moment they stared at each other.

What was she doing? Garrett was a friend. Just a friend. She stepped back sharply. “I think I have my footing now.”

So why was her heart still pounding?