Judging by the angle and composition, the photo was painfully deliberate.
It seemed she didn't know Julian Sinclair at all. She used to believe that whatever his other faults, he was at least a man who valued his privacy and would never broadcast such things to his contacts. Clearly, she was wrong. When passion struck, he was apparently willing to do anything for the object of his affection.
She honestly didn't know if this post was meant for her eyes or if it was just a byproduct of his new romance. Not that it mattered. Willow swiftly tapped the "mute" button, refusing to let such trash pollute her screen.
Just as she was about to lock her phone and go to sleep, a new notification popped up. It was from Hugo Harrington. The message was incredibly brief.
[Around?]
Willow hadn't expected to hear from him at this hour. Although they had exchanged contact info, they hadn't spoken since she left Silver Run Resort. Still, he had done her a massive favor, and she needed to find a way to repay him.
She replied with equal brevity: [Yes.]
Hugo responded quickly, sending over a link. Tapping it, Willow saw it was a promotional flyer for a weekend event at the ski resort.
A follow-up message from Hugo appeared: [Interested? I happen to have extra passes.]
Truth be told, Willow was tempted. She hadn't skied much in her life, but after her last attempt, she realized she loved the exhilarating sense of freedom, the brief escape from her overwhelming problems. Plus, Hugo had proven to be an excellent instructor; going with him would not only help her improve her technique but save her a small fortune on lessons.
Unfortunately, the event was scheduled for this Saturday, and she already had plans. She was going to spend the weekend with Martha Mercer, and she needed to consult the doctor about taking her mother out for a walk.
[Sorry, the timing doesn't work out. Maybe next time.]
Hugo didn't push the issue, accepting her decline with easy grace.



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