Becca Fitzpatrick Black Ice

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Black Ice

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Falling in love should never be this dangerous... A new sexy thriller from Becca Fitzpatrick, international bestselling author of the Hush, Hush saga.

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Becca Fitzpatrick lives in Colorado. Hush, Hush was her first novel, and after completing the series, wrote romantic thrillers Black Ice and the upcoming Dangerous Lies. When she's not writing, Becca is most likely to be found prowling sales racks for reject shoes, running, or watching crime dramas on TV. You can visit her on www.beccafitzpatrick.com.

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Black Ice CHAPTER ONE


If I died, it wouldn’t be from hypothermia.

I decided this as I crammed a goose-down sleeping bag into the back of my Jeep Wrangler and strapped it in, along with five duffels of gear, fleece and wool blankets, silk bag liners, toe warmers, and ground mats. Satisfied nothing was going to fly out on the three-hour drive to Idlewilde, I shut the tailgate and wiped my hands on my cutoffs.

My cell phone blared Rod Stewart crooning, “If you want my body,” and I held off answering for a moment so I could belt out the “and you think I’m sexy” part along with Rod. Across the street, Mrs. Pritchard slammed her living room window shut. Honestly. I couldn’t let a perfectly good ringtone go to waste.

“Hey, girl,” Korbie said, snapping her bubble gum through the phone. “We on schedule or what?”

“Tiny snag. Wrangler’s out of room,” I said with a dramatic sigh. Korbie and I had been best friends forever, but we acted more like sisters. Teasing was part of the fun. “I got the sleeping bags and gear in, but we’re going to have to leave behind one of the duffels: navy with pink handles.”

“You leave my bag, and you can kiss my g-ass money good-bye.”

“Should’ve known you’d play the rich-family card.”

“If you’ve got it, flaunt it. Anyway, you should blame all the people getting divorced and hiring my mom. If people could kiss and make up, she’d be out of a job.”

“And then you’d have to move. Far as I’m concerned, divorce rocks.”

Korbie snickered her amusement. “I just called Bear. He hasn’t started packing yet but he swears he’s gonna meet us at Idlewilde before dark.” Korbie’s family owned Idlewilde, a picturesque cabin in Grand Teton National Park, and for the next week, it was as close to civilization as we were going to get. “I told him if I have to clear bats out of the eaves by myself, he can count on a long, chaste spring break,” Korbie added.

“I still can’t believe your parents are letting you spend spring break with your boyfriend.”

“Well—” Korbie began hesitantly.

“I knew it! There is more to this story.”

“Calvin is coming along to chaperone.”

“What?”

Korbie made a gagging noise. “He’s coming home for spring break and my dad is forcing him to tag along. I haven’t talked to Calvin about it, but he’s probably pissed. He hates it when my dad tells him what to do. Especially now that he’s in college. He’s going to be in a horrible mood, and I’m the one who has to put up with it.”

I sat on the Jeep’s bumper, my knees suddenly feeling made of sand. It hurt to breathe. Just like that, Calvin’s ghost was everywhere. I remembered the first time we kissed. During a game of hide-and-seek along the riverbed behind his house, he’d fingered my bra strap and shoved his tongue in my mouth while mosquitoes whined in my ears.

And I’d wasted five pages recording the event ad nauseam in my diary.

“He’ll be back in town any minute,” Korbie said. “It sucks, right? I mean, you’re over him, right?”

“So over him,” I said, hoping I sounded blasé.

“I don’t want it to be awkward, you know?”

“Please. I haven’t thought about your brother in ages.” Then I blurted, “What if I keep an eye on you and Bear? Tell your parents we don’t need Calvin.” The truth was, I wasn’t ready to see Calvin. Maybe I could get out of the trip. Fake an illness. But it was my trip. I had worked hard for this. I wasn’t going to let Calvin ruin it. He’d ruined too many things already.

“They won’t go for it,” Korbie said. “He’s meeting us at Idlewilde tonight.”

“Tonight? What about his gear? He won’t have time to pack,” I pointed out. “We’ve been packing for days.”

“This is Calvin we’re talking about. He’s, like, half mountain man. Hold up—Bear is on the other line. I’ll call you right back.”

I hung up and sprawled in the grass. Breathe in, breathe out. Just when I’d finally moved on, Calvin was back in my life, dragging me into the ring for round two. I could have laughed at the irony of it. He always did have to have the final say, I thought cynically.

Of course he didn’t need time to prepare—he’d practically grown up hiking around Idlewilde. His gear was probably in his closet, ready at a moment’s notice.

I rewound my memory several months, to autumn. Calvin was five weeks into his freshman year at Stanford when he dumped me. Over the phone. On a night when I really needed him to be there for me. I didn’t even want to think about it—it hurt too much to remember how that night had played out. How it had ended.

Afterward, taking pity on me, Korbie had uncharacteristically agreed to let me plan our upcoming senior spring break, hoping it would cheer me up. Our two other closest friends, Rachel and Emilie, were going to Hawaii for spring break. Korbie and I had talked about spending our break with them on the beaches of Oahu, but I must have been a glutton for punishment, because I said adios to Hawaii and announced that in six months we would be backpacking the Tetons instead. If Korbie knew why I’d chosen the Tetons, she had the sensitivity not to bring it up.

I’d known Calvin’s spring break would overlap ours, just like I’d known how much he loved hiking and camping in the Tetons. I’d hoped that when he heard about our trip, he’d invite himself along. I desperately wanted time with him, and to make him see me differently and regret being stupid enough to give me up.

But after months of not hearing from him, I’d finally gotten the message. He wasn’t interested in the trip, because he wasn’t interested in me. He didn’t want to get back together. I let go of any hope of us and hardened my heart. I was done with Calvin. Now this trip was about me.

I closed my mind to the memory and tried to think through my next steps. Calvin was coming home. After eight months, I was going to see him, and he was going to see me. What would I say? Would it be awkward?

Of course it would be awkward.

I was ashamed that my next thought was so incredibly vain: I wondered if I’d gained any weight since he’d last seen me. I didn’t think so. If anything, the running and weight lifting I’d done to prepare for our backpacking expedition had sculpted my legs. I tried to cling to the idea of sexy legs, but it wasn’t making me feel any better. Pretty much, I felt like throwing up. I couldn’t see Calvin now. I’d thought I’d moved on, but all the pain was surging back, swelling in my chest.

I forced a few more deep breaths, composing myself, and listened to the Wrangler’s radio playing in the background. Not a song, but the weather report.

“. . . two storm systems set to hit southeastern Idaho. By tonight, the chance of rain will rise to ninety percent, with thunderstorms and strong winds possible.”

I perched my sunglasses on top of my head and squinted at the blue sky stretching from one horizon to the other. Not a wisp of cloud. Just the same, if rain was coming, I wanted to be on the road before it hit. Good thing we were leaving Idaho and driving ahead of the storm, into Wyoming.

“Daddy!” I hollered, since the house windows were open.

A moment later he came to the front door. I craned my neck to look at him and put on my best little girl pout. “I need money for gas, Daddy.”

“What happened to your allowance?”

“I had to buy stuff for the trip,” I explained.

“Hasn’t anyone told you money doesn’t grow on trees?” he teased, observing me with a patronizing shake of his head.

I jumped up and kissed his cheek. “I really need gas money.”

“Of course you do.” He opened his wallet with the softest of sighs. He gave me four faded, rumpled twenties. “Don’t let the gas tank drop below a quarter full, you hear? Up in the mountains, gas stations start to thin. Nothing worse than getting stranded.”

I pocketed the money and smiled angelically. “Better sleep with your cell phone and a tow rope under your pillow, just in case.”

“Britt—”

“Only kidding, Daddy,” I said, giggling. “I won’t get stranded.”

I swung into the Wrangler. I’d dropped the top, and the sun had done a fine job of warming my seat. Sitting taller, I checked my reflection in the rearview mirror. By the end of summer, my hair would be as pale as butter. And I’d have added ten new freckles to the ranks. I’d inherited German genes from my father’s side. Swedish from my mother’s. Chance of sunburn? One hundred percent. Lifting a straw hat off the passenger seat, I squashed it on my head. But dang it all, I was barefoot.

Perfect attire for 7-Eleven.

Ten minutes later, I was in the store, filling a cup with Blue Raspberry Slurpee. I drank some off the top and refilled it. Willie Hennessey, who was working the register, gave me the evil eye.

“Good grief,” he said. “Help yourself, why don’t you?”

“Since you offered,” I said cheerfully, and stuck the straw between my lips once more before refilling.

“I’m supposed to keep law and order in here.”

“Two little sips, Willie. Nobody’s going bankrupt over two sips. When did you become such a crank?”

“Since you started pilfering Slurpee and pretending you can’t operate the gas pump so I have to come out and fill your tank for you. Every time you pull in, I want to kick myself.”

I wrinkled my nose. “I don’t want my hands smelling like gas. And you are particularly good at pumping gas, Willie,” I added with a flattering smile.

“Practice makes perfect,” he muttered.

I padded barefoot through the aisles looking for Twizzlers and Cheez-Its, thinking that if Willie didn’t like pumping my gas he really should get another job, when the front door chimed. I didn’t even hear footsteps before a pair of warm, calloused hands slipped over my eyes from behind.

“Guess who?”

His familiar soapy smell seemed to freeze me. I prayed he couldn’t feel my face heat up under his touch. For the longest moment, I couldn’t find my voice. It seemed to shrink inside me, bouncing painfully down my throat.

“Give me a clue,” I said, hoping I sounded bored. Or mildly annoyed. Anything but hurt.

“Short. Fat. Obnoxious overbite.” His smooth, teasing voice after all these months. It sounded familiar and foreign at the same time. Feeling him so close made me dizzy from nerves. I was afraid I’d start yelling at him, right here in the 7-Eleven. If I let him get too close, I was afraid I might not yell at him. And I wanted to yell—I’d spent eight months practicing what I’d say and I was ready to let it out.

“In that case, I’ll have to go with . . . Calvin Versteeg.” I sounded carelessly polite. I was sure of it. And I couldn’t think of a bigger relief.

Cal came around me and leaned an elbow on the aisle’s endcap. He gave me a wolfish smile. He had nailed the whole devilishly charming thing years ago. I’d been a sucker for it back then, but I was stronger now.

Ignoring his handsome face, I gave him a bored once-over. By the looks of it, he’d let his pillow style his hair this morning. It was longer than I remembered. On the hottest days of track practice, when sweat dripped off the tips, his hair had turned the color of tree bark. The memory made something inside me ache. I shoved aside my nostalgia and eyed Calvin with cool detachment. “What do you want?”

Without asking, he bent my Slurpee straw sideways and helped himself. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. “Tell me about this camping trip.”

I yanked my Slurpee out of his reach. “Backpacking trip.” I felt it was important to make the distinction. Anyone could camp. Backpacking required skill and moxie.

“Got everything you need?” he went on.

“And a few wants, too.” I shrugged. “Hey, a girl needs her lip gloss.”

“Let’s be honest. Korbie will never let you leave the cabin. She’s terrified of fresh air. And you can’t say no to her.” He tapped his head wisely. “I know you girls.”

I gave him a look of indignation. “We’re backpacking for one full week. Our route is forty miles long.” So maybe it was a teensy exaggeration. In fact, Korbie had agreed to no more than two miles of hiking per day, and had insisted we hike in circles around Idlewilde, in case we needed quick access to amenities or cable TV. While I’d never truly expected to backpack the entire week, I had planned to leave Korbie and Bear at the cabin for a day and trek off on my own. I wanted to put my training to the test. Obviously now that Calvin was joining us, he was going to find out about our true plans soon enough, but at the moment my biggest priority was impressing him. I was sick of him forever insinuating that he had no reason to take me seriously. I could always deal with any flak he might give me later by insisting that I’d wanted to backpack the whole week and Korbie was holding me back—Calvin wouldn’t find that excuse far-fetched.

“You do know that several of the hiking trails are still covered in snow, right? And the lodges haven’t opened for the season, so people are sparse. Even the Jenny Lake Ranger Station is closed. Your safety is your own responsibility—they don’t guarantee rescue.”

I gazed at him with round eyes. “You don’t say! I’m not going into this completely in the dark, Calvin,” I snapped. “I’ve got it covered. We’ll be fine.”

He rubbed his mouth, hiding a smile, his thoughts perfectly clear.

“You really don’t think I can do it,” I said, trying not to sound stung.

“I just think the two of you will have more fun if you go to Lava Hot Springs. You can soak in the mineral pools.”

“I’ve been training for this trip all year,” I argued. “You don’t know how hard I’ve worked, because you haven’t been around. You haven’t seen me in eight months. I’m not the same girl you left behind. You don’t know me anymore.”

“Point made,” he said, flipping up his palms to show it was an innocent suggestion. “But why Idlewilde? There’s nothing to do up there. You and Korbie will be bored after the first night.”

I didn’t know why Calvin was so set on dissuading me. He loved Idlewilde. And he knew as well as I did that there was plenty to do there. Then it hit me. This wasn’t about me or Idlewilde. He didn’t want to have to tag along. He didn’t want to spend time with me. If he got me to drop the trip, his dad wouldn’t force him to join us, and he’d get his spring break back.

Digesting this painful realization, I cleared my throat. “How much are your parents paying you to tag along?”

He made a big deal of looking me over in mock critical evaluation. “Clearly not enough.”

So that’s how we were going to play this. A little meaningless flirtation here, a little banter there. In my imagination, I took a black marker and drew a big X through Calvin’s name.

“Just so we’re clear, I argued against having you come. You and me together again? Talk about uncomfortable.” It had sounded better in my head. Hanging between us now, the words sounded jealous and petty and mean—exactly like an ex-girlfriend would sound. I didn’t want him to know I was still hurting. Not when he was all smiles and winks.

“That so? Well, this chaperone just cut your curfew by an hour,” he jested.

I nodded beyond the store’s plate-glass window toward the four-wheel-drive BMW X5 parked outside. “Yours?” I guessed. “Yet another gift from your parents, or do you actually do more than chase girls at Stanford, such as hold down a respectable job?”

“My job is chasing girls.” An odious grin. “But I wouldn’t call it respectable.”

“No serious girlfriend, then?” I couldn’t bring myself to...

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