Page 21 of Just Shred

His deep laugh rumbles through my body while he looks at me.

“Don’t make fun of me, snowboard guy,” I warn, swallowing back the bile rising in the back of my throat.

“What if I want to?” he counters.

“Then you’re in for a wild ride,” I say, almost losing my balance.

“You promise, babe?” he asks, raising one dark eyebrow as a dare.

“I do. Shane is going to be so happy when he finds out I can ride again.”

He swears under his breath. “Yeah, he’s a lucky son of a bitch. But first, let’s get you in bed.”

“Can’t wait to have me on my back again?”

“You have no idea,” he drawls.