Lark said, feeling the rush of excitement and the burn of adrenaline tripping through her veins as she climbed off the back of the snowmobile. “Absolutely incredible.” In the process of dusting the snow off the front of his pants, he looked up and shot her a smile. “I’m glad you liked it. I told you you would.” “Yes, you did. You were right,” she said. “Feel better?” He nodded, the wretch. “Yes, I do, actually. You’ll have to come back soon and I’ll teach you how to drive.” A bubble of sadness burst inside her at the thought of leaving the next morning. The past few days had been so unbelievably bizarre. She’d spent practically every minute with Ethan, which had been a combination of fantastic and torturous. Or as she liked to call it... Her own personal hell. She’d known deep down that there’d always been something special about him—aside from the off-the-charts attractiveness—but seeing him in his element, watching him in his studio and at his family home...
