Immersed: Book 6 in The Ripple Effect Romance Series (A Ripple Effect Romance Novella) by Griffith Jennifer

Author:Griffith, Jennifer [Griffith, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Romantic comedy, inspirational, inspirational romance, contemporary, contemporary romance, sweet romance, clean romance, relationships, love
Publisher: HEA Publishing
Published: 2014-11-23T05:00:00+00:00

The drive to Aspen from Boulder took several hours, despite Erik’s driving at breakneck speeds on the canyon turns. Lisette dozed a bit—which under non-Chinese-worry-nights would have been impossible due to the hair-raising driving conditions. But Erik didn’t chide her, even if she was basically on the clock as his English instructor during the trip.

“Oh, look at the mountain.” Lisette lifted her hand to shield her eyes. Remnants of winter’s glory reflected the spring sunlight, a million ice crystals all glinting their cut facets at once. “I’m a terrible skier, but I love the mountain.” Lame as it was to be a bad skier with great ski clothes, she’d bought them a couple of seasons ago in hopes that looking good would deflect attention from her lack of skills. Women did it all the time.

Erik parked next to an even nicer sports car. Lisette had forgotten how much money skied Aspen.

She got out and stood with her hand on her hip, looking up at the elevation of the slopes. Breathtaking. She glanced over. Erik was staring not at the mountain but at her.

“That ski outfit. It looks really good on you.” He raised an eyebrow like he knew a secret. Fire blazed at her neck and face. “Which lift should we start with?” Erik slid his hands into Gore-Tex gloves. He’d pulled a lime green ski parka from the trunk and put it on. “Do you dare try the black diamond run?”

Lisette dared. Sort of. “I don’t guarantee I’ll come out in one piece.”

Sitting beside Erik on the ski lift as it rose a hundred feet above the pines, Lisette felt warmth from his leg seeping through to hers. He pointed out moguls, places where a good skier could catch air, places where to avoid the powder in the trees. Lisette just basked in the filtered light coming through the soft grey clouds that had floated into the morning’s sunny sky.

“You’ve skied all your life?”

“I was raised in Iceland.” So it was a given. “And I like the speed.” His eyes had that glint again, against their dark brown depths. She got lost in them for a second then snapped out of it. “But I never really skied much until graduate school. Couldn’t afford it. We didn’t grow up with much.”

Funny, she’d assumed he’d had an upbringing similar to hers. And that he hadn’t attended grad school. There was that whole “started my company out of high school” thing, which had made her assume he had no post-high school education up to now. She should never assume.

She shouldn’t ask him about his family life—not a professional topic. Oh, well. “I know you have a mother and a sister. You’re close, I take it?”

“Have you ever heard of the bird ‘stormy petrel?’” Erik swung his legs, and it made the cable bounce. She had to grab him to steady herself. “Well, it’s a little like my mother.”

“My own mother is stormy herself.” Lisette heaved a sigh at thoughts of Mom’s flip-out.

“Is

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