of hot cocoa would have. Not that I would turn down a cup of cocoa right now. Just looking at all of that snow was making me cold.
“Did you always come to Breckenridge?” I asked.
“No, we used to go to Whistler, but we weren’t sure if you had a passport, which makes getting in and out of Canada easier.”
“Good call. I don’t have a passport.” Had never needed one.
“Besides, we wanted to start a new tradition,” Tristin added. “For the four of us.”
I shot him a smile. These guys. They were going to be the death of me. Or, maybe, I should give in and admit that my life was finally beginning because of them.
“Let’s unload our luggage at the rental house, then go check out Main Street,” Leo suggested. “I could use a snack.”
The others agreed, and Hayle was in charge of navigation as we made our way up a series of narrow, winding roads to a neighborhood of obviously expensive, contemporary-but-in-a-rustic-way looking houses. They were set closely together but separated by tall pine trees and what I thought might be aspens.
Leo pulled into the driveway of a two-story house and parked in front of the garage. We piled out of the SUV, and Tristin used a code on the front door to let us in.
The interior of the house was nicer than I would have expected for a ski lodge, with golden-colored wood floors and beams across the ceiling. A large stone fireplace took up most of one wall in the living room, which was outfitted with a comfortable-looking sectional couch and a couple of chairs. It opened up to a casual dining room and a kitchen with an island and barstools.
There was plenty of space for the four of us, but it wasn’t so big that it lost its feeling of coziness and warmth. Tristin led me to the master bedroom, which was on the first floor, with the rest of the bedrooms on the second level.
“Here you go.” He left my suitcase in the entry while he checked out the attached bathroom.
“I don’t need the master,” I insisted. “I’m fine in one of the smaller rooms upstairs.” At least, I assumed they were smaller, since this one was overly spacious.
He shook his head at me. “Our woman gets the best.”
A surprised laugh burst out of me. “Your woman? Seriously?”
He shrugged, though a smile played at his full lips. “Fine. Our girlfriend deserves the best. Is that better?”
“It doesn’t make me think you’re about to drag me to your cave kicking and screaming, so yes.”
Tristin slipped his arms around my waist and lowered his head to mine. “I’m pretty sure there’d be no kicking or screaming involved if I was showing you to my cave. Unless it was the good kind of screaming,” he said against my lips before taking them in an all-consuming kiss.
I hadn’t been expecting it, but I wasted no time in opening up to him and released a little moan when he sucked on the tip of my tongue.
“None of that,” Leo said loudly from the doorway, clearly intent on interrupting. “Time for food, remember?”
Tristin groaned without looking back at his brother. “I paid to have the fridge already stocked. You should be able to find something to tide you over.”
Suddenly, Leo was at my back, his big body pressing into me. I was officially a Sharpe brother sandwich, and I wasn’t complaining. Not one bit.
“Unless you’re going to let me play with the two of you, let’s get going. Daylight is burning, and I need to stretch my legs after sitting all day.”
Tristin kept his gaze on me. “Can we pick this up later?”
I smiled, despite my sudden spike in temperature at the thought of the three of us “playing” together. They’d given me a taste of what that would be like, but I was ready for the whole meal. “Of course.”
He placed another lingering kiss on my lips before pulling away and tugging Leo toward the door. “We’ll give you space to freshen up or change or whatever. Make sure to dress warmly. It’s supposed to start snowing soon, and it’s cold out there.”
“Okay, I will.” At least, I would try, since I was at the mercy of whatever clothes Petra had packed for me.
I shouldn’t have worried, because my friend had managed to not only pack the warmest of the clothes from my closet, she’d added a number of new-to-me pieces that she must have picked up at Nana’s Fashions.