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one of them. “You’re not scared of anything or anyone.”

      “I’m scared of this.” He stopped walking and turned to look at her. For once there was no hint of humor in those blue eyes. “I don’t want to mess this up, Bren.”

      His sincerity brought a lump to her throat, and she reached out and put her hand on his arm, her fingers closing around brutally hard biceps. Tyler O’Neil was everything male, but she tried not to think of him that way. Tried not to notice the wide shoulders, the thickness of muscle under his jacket or the telltale shadow on his jaw. She tried to think of him as a friend first and a man second. Today, for some reason, that wasn’t working out so well, and the jolt to her senses woke her up.

      For her own sanity, she normally made a point of not touching him, but today she’d broken that rule.

      She was hyperaware of him. Shivers ran up and down her spine. Her nerve endings buzzed. The impulsive urge to stand on tiptoe and kiss the sensual curve of his mouth was almost overpowering.

      If she did that, how would he react?

      He’d die of shock.

      And then he’d make some stammered excuse about how he didn’t think it was a good idea because they worked together, whereas what he’d really be thinking was that she wasn’t his type, and he didn’t find her attractive.

      She was careful never to cross the line between friendship and something more intimate because she knew once they’d crossed it, they could never go back. Her feelings were her problem. She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable or do anything to risk damaging their friendship.

      She removed her hand, turned her head and studied the tall trees of the forest, trying to block out the image of that mouth, those sexy blue eyes and that gorgeous hair ruffled by the wind.

      He seemed tense, too, but she knew that was because he was thinking about Jess, not her.

      He thought of her as a friend first and second. She doubted he was even aware of her as a woman. She was genderless, one of the few people he could trust in a life filled with sycophants, hangers-on and people who wanted something from him, greedy for crumbs of secondhand fame. The downhill circuit had been crazy, she knew that. And through it all, they’d maintained their friendship.

      “I think you need to relax. Follow your instincts and do what feels right. There’s no one right way to be a parent.”

      “There are plenty of wrong ways.”

      Don’t I know it. “You love who she is, and that’s the most important thing for any child. You don’t wish she were someone different.”

      “Are we talking about you here?” His gaze sympathetic, he lifted a hand and brushed snow out of her hair. “How is your mom? Have you entered the dragon’s lair lately?”

      The fact he knew instantly what was going through her head was another indication of how well they knew each other.

      “I haven’t seen her in a month. I’m due a visit, but I keep putting it off.” Brenna forced a smile. “I have to brace myself to get through an hour of being scolded about how I’m wasting my life here.”

      “They’re lucky to have you, Bren.”

      No, they weren’t. “I don’t think they’d agree. I’m a disappointment to them. I’m not the way they wanted me to be.” She’d given up trying to change the facts. Some families, like the O’Neils, were a team, and others stumbled along like a band of misfits, as if they’d been thrown together by an unhappy accident.

      “You’re you.” He frowned. “They should want you to be you.”

      He had a way of simplifying things.

      She knew that many people saw Tyler as a sports-obsessed, superficial bad boy. But that was the surface. Beneath the veneer of carelessness, he was astute and perceptive. “It’s because you understand that, and believe that, I know you’re a great dad. You accept Jess as she is. That’s the best thing a parent can do.”

      “She’s crazy about skiing. I’m trying to encourage a little balance in her life.”

      She smiled. “Did we have balance at that age?”

      “No. We spent every moment outdoors.”

      Brenna stooped and picked up a pinecone. “So let her do the same. If you’re caught in a strong current, you don’t try and swim against it. Let her ski in every spare moment, and perhaps if you don’t hold her back, she’ll be more willing to spend a little time on other things. Steer her gradually.”

      “That sounds reasonable.”

      “By the way, you ran off before Kayla could ask if you’d consider running a ski master class.”

      “Offering to help out with ski school was enough of a shock to my system for one day.” He checked the time on his phone. “What are you doing now? Are you busy?”

      “I was going back to my lodge, and you have family night.” The O’Neils tried to be together one night a month for a meal. It was something she both envied and admired. She had no idea how a family achieved that level of closeness. Hers certainly hadn’t.

      “You’re welcome to join us, you know that. I wish you would. I need moral support to face the sight of my two brothers slobbering over their women.”

      “They’re in love.”

      Tyler shuddered. “That’s why I need you there. We’re the only sane people left.”

      “Not tonight.” She pushed the pinecone into her pocket and started to walk again, her feet crunching on the thin layer of snow. If the forecasters were right, she’d be knee deep soon enough. “I have paperwork.” And she needed some space from Tyler to pull herself together.

      “Your life is so exciting. It must be hard to sleep at night.”

      She breathed in the scent of snow and forest. “I happen to like my life, although I prefer the outdoor part to the indoor part.”

      “Do you fancy a quick drink? I need to talk about sex.”

      “You—what?” She stumbled, and he shot out a hand and steadied her, his grip hard and strong.

      “Careful. I take it back. Maybe you are a little clumsy when you’re not concentrating.” He let go of her arm. “I realized I have no idea how to talk to Jess about sex, and I want to work out what I’m going to say before I have to say it. I don’t want to fumble like I did tonight over the other stuff.”

      Jess.

      He wanted to talk about Jess.

      Her knees felt as if she’d downed a bottle of vodka. “What other stuff?”

      “It doesn’t matter, but it got me thinking.”

      She was thinking, too, and she wished she wasn’t because those thoughts revolved around him naked. “Thinking about what?”

      “For a start, at what age are you supposed to talk to a kid about sex? What age were you when you talked to your mom?”

      I still don’t talk to my mom.

      “We didn’t talk about stuff like that.”

      “Never? So how did you—?”

      “I can’t remember!” Feeling as if she was being strangled, she unzipped her jacket. She and Tyler had talked about everything over the years, but never this. As far as she was concerned, he couldn’t have picked a more uncomfortable subject. “Other kids? Books?”

      “But other kids say all sorts of stuff that’s wrong. I don’t want to tell her more than she needs to know, but I have no idea how to find out what she already knows. This is what I mean about parenting being a nightmare. I need a book or something. I’d use the internet, but I’m afraid to type sex and

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