The Mishap

Ariana Kensington had spent most of her life giving more than she received romantically.

She didn’t even mind most of the time.

Her family owned a successful environmental-consulting company and earned more money than they could ever spend, so it wasn’t like she had any right to complain about her situation. Her family was loving—if rather naggy and intrusive—and she had an older brother she was very close to and more friends than she could count.

She was well taken care of emotionally, but when it came to her love life, she’d had some very bad luck. She was an outgoing, generous person, so she had no trouble finding men who wanted to date her. But most of them were takers, leaving her as the primary giver in the relationships.

Her last boyfriend she’d dated for almost four years, and she’d invested far too much of herself in him since she’d believed they were destined for a lifelong love.

She’d been wrong. She’d given and given and given and given, and he’d taken for as long as it was easy. But when she’d started putting pressure on him for a commitment—which she’d thought was only reasonable after so long—he’d put on the brakes, leading to a messy and devastating breakup for her. Still trying to get over that relationship, she’d wanted to break out over the holidays this year. Do something thoughtless and maybe even foolish, purely because she wanted to do it.

That was how she’d ended up in bed on Christmas Eve morning with a man she barely knew.

She knew his name was Bradley, and she knew he lived in Virginia like she did. She could guess from his appearance that he was in his thirties—probably eight or ten years older than her twenty-eight. She knew he was a skillful and generous lover and that he liked books and movies and history and baseball. And she knew he was smoking hot because she had eyes in her head.

But that was it.

She didn’t know his last name. She didn’t know where he was raised or what he did for a living. She didn’t know about his family or his romantic history. And she didn’t know why he’d decided to ski at Snowshoe, West Virginia, on his own for the first part of the holidays.

They’d agreed a week ago that they would have fun together for the time they were here at the resort, and then they’d part ways with no strings, expectations, or feelings. Ariana had thought it was a good idea when she’d agreed to it since she wasn’t ready for a new relationship and she wanted to know how it felt to enjoy being with a man without pouring herself into him.

But today was their last day. He was going home this afternoon. And now she was having second thoughts about the whole thing.

She wasn’t good at casual sex. She wasn’t good at holding herself distant from other people. And she was starting to doubt she’d managed it in this case as much as she’d hoped.

Her chest ached at the thought of Bradley leaving. He wasn’t even awake now, and she was already tearing up a little as she said goodbye to him in her head.

He was sprawled out on the bed beside her, both arms out of the covers, one hanging off the bed and the other reaching out toward her so his fingers were almost grazing her hip. He had thick, wavy brown hair and clever brown eyes and a big, solid frame with broad shoulders and long limbs. His features were wide and handsome, and he had dark hair on his arms and legs and chest and also his jawline, even though she’d watched him shave yesterday.

She liked that he made her feel small.

She liked everything about his appearance.

She couldn’t believe that after today she’d never see him again.