She had grown up in the prototypical Midwest family. Her mother stayed home and her father worked long hours to see that they were comfortable. She ha... gone to school, raised rabbits for the 4H club and spent every Thursday afternoon with the Girl Scouts in the hall at the Lutheran Church.She had played dolls with her best friend and the two had secrets that they had promised to never share – cross their hearts and hope to die. Some of the secrets were laughably funny now, like the time they. Cute when you focused on her eyes but sultry if your gaze followed her shapely lips. They were rosy-pink, thick and soft. Her upper lip had a very pronounced shape of a cupid bow. Her lips looked like a small pillows that you want to touch and feel. Her face was adorned with subtle freckles and petite nose.Rest of her body was as pretty as her face - slim neck just above a pronounced collarbone, that didn't stand a chance in a fight for attention when next to her ample and firm breasts. They. " Like on a date?" Bree replied, trying to hide her grin."Yeah, like on a date. That is if you're available."Bree laughed then snorted again. Instinctively, she put her hand over her nose. Zach grinned."Stop it," she said, stifling a laugh. "It's not funny." Oh, the price of beauty," he said, smiling. "I will say it is worth it though. There's no one here that can hold a candle to you, Bree."She looked at him and beamed."Well," she began, the smile never leaving her face. "To answer your poorly. But this was the lull—a rare weekend after the skiers had fled, but before the ice thawed, and the trails were still too treacherous to lead clumsy tourists up a cliffside. The hotel itself was almost empty, and most of the staff took advantage to poke around inside, indulging dreams of Old World grandeur. All high tea and ball gowns and mahogany banisters; birch logs crackling to the twinkle of a baby grand piano. But I didn’t want to waste the day inside. Even without its Gilded Age hotel,.