“There’s more to do in snow than ski,” said Brandon.
“You don’t even know me.”
“I’m Brandon. And you’re…?”
“Isabelle.”
“There. You’re Isabelle, the workaholic book editor. Now we’ve been properly introduced.”
Her exasperated sigh was punctuated by a half laugh. “You’re persistent, aren’t you?”
“Competition junkie and ex-lawyer,” he confirmed.
“Why would you want to spend the day with me?” She seemed well and truly baffled by the idea.
“Well, apart from the fact that you’re interesting, intelligent, and quite willing to dish out as good as you get—which I appreciate, by the way—you remind me of how I used to be, and I consider it a personal mission in life to save workaholics from themselves. Travis is a lost cause today, but you’re not. So, how ’bout it?”