Well, she knew exactly how. When Kirsten told her Willow wanted her to come on the hen night to make up for not believing her about Giles and Henry, Flick had wavered. When Kirsten said Beck would drive them in the minivan and that he felt terrible because he hadn’t trusted her, the wavering slowed. When Flick realized she wouldn’t actually have to ski and she could ask Beck to go for a drink so they could talk, the wavering stopped.Only now she wondered if they’d both been set up because Willow had done a good imitation of Jack Frost when she and Kirsten had climbed in the van. Flick sat directly behind Beck who’d not said a word the whole journey, apart from “hello” when he’d collected her and Kirsten, and another “hello” when he picked up the others. Flick went off the idea of risking more rejection and decided she’d have to ski. Only as she’d listened to the three bridesmaids talking about their last trip to Lech, she’d grown more and more nervous. Apparently, watching other people fall over was the highlight of the day.“Can you ski, Flick?”
