Snow Job by Tara Wyatt (best classic books to read TXT) 📕

can still throw you a curveball. Bad shit happens all the time. Every day. Sometimes you just have to roll with it.” Having survived cervical cancer at twenty-four, Willa knew more about rolling with it than most.

Kayla dropped her chin into her hands. “But not trying feels like giving up.”

“It’s not. Sometimes you just have to trust the universe. Let it go and it’ll work itself out.”

She squinted at her. “Have you been hanging out with Aspen?” Aspen, their friend Lauren’s former roommate, was all about anything and everything New Age.

Willa laughed. “Not lately, although I did run into her at the Whole Foods on 6th not that long ago.” Suddenly, her face lit up. “Okay, I have an idea.”

Kayla eyed her skeptically. “What?”

“Let’s make a list. Right here, right now, of every single quality you want in a man. Let’s put it out into the universe, and then let it go. See what happens.”

“This is stupid,” said Kayla as she slid off the stool and retrieved her phone from her purse. She sat back down and opened her Notes app. “But fine. Not because I think it’ll work but because I don’t have anything better to do right now except drool over how good your cooking smells.”

Willa winked at her. “That’s the spirit.” She took Kayla’s phone, biting her lip. “You dictate and I’ll type.”

Blood rushed to Kayla’s cheeks. “I feel like I’m at a Build a Bear workshop.” When Willa just looked at her expectantly, she sighed. “Okay. Um. So, hot. Obviously. Dark hair. Blue eyes. Awesome bod. Athletic. Tall. Big hands. And, um, you can just put an eggplant emoji.”

Willa’s thumbs flew over the screen. “This is good! I like it. I can picture him now. He’s totally hot.” She leaned in closer, a conspiratorial grin on her face. “And totally hung.”

Warming up to the exercise, Kayla continued. “Funny. A sense of humor is a must. Hardworking and passionate about what he does. Generous and kind, with a sensitive side. Smart, obviously. Patient. And supportive of me and my dreams.”

Willa nodded, taking it all down. “What else?”

“Financially secure with a good job.”

“And what about in bed?”

“I told you to put the eggplant emoji.”

“I did. But let’s get specific. Build a Bear, remember?”

Her face flamed. She wasn’t shy about sex, but saying some of this out loud to another person…it made her feel self-conscious. “Um, just write GIBOOO.”

Willa did, but then looked up at her. “What’s GIBOOO?” she asked, pronouncing it like zhe-boo.

“If I wanted to tell you, I wouldn’t have used an acronym.”

“Oh, come on! What does it mean? I’m going to start guessing if you don’t tell me.”

“I’m not telling you.”

Willa took a sip of her wine and grinned. “Okay, I think it means…Gassy Idealist Brings Own Oatmeal On Occasion.”

“First of all, that’s one too many ‘o’s. And second, you’re a twit.”

Willa stuck her tongue out at her. “Then just tell me.”

Her cheeks got warmer. “Great in bed, orgasms orgasms orgasms.”

Willa laughed. “That is the greatest acronym of all time. But, um, why three o’s?”

Kayla grinned and shrugged, her cheeks still warm. “Because who only wants one?”

Willa laughed again. “Amen to that. Okay, anything else you want to add?”

She pursed her lips, thinking. “No, I think that just about covers it. Hot, smart, funny, kind, hardworking and great in bed with a huge dick. Should be easy to find a guy like that, right? They probably grow on trees.”

Willa laughed. “Well, eggplants grow on shrubs, so…”

Kayla laughed with her. “Okay, I just need to find the magic hot guy shrub.”

“Exactly.” Willa put the phone down on the island between them and waved her hands ceremoniously over it. “Universe, do your magic. Or whatever.” She flicked her fingers out and then handed the phone back to Kayla. “There. Now, just let it go and he’ll fall into your lap.”

“Right,” she said somewhat skeptically, turning her phone face down. Her stomach let out a loud rumble and Willa laughed.

“You set the table and then we can eat.”

2

“Hey, Bastian. What’s good, man?”

Sebastian Prescott turned from his locker to see Bodhi Snyder in the doorway of the pro room, leaning lazily against the door frame. Bodhi looked exactly the way you’d expect a guy named Bodhi to look. Messy blond hair falling to his shoulders, a nose that had been broken at least twice, and perpetually tanned skin, even though they were in Vermont and it was the middle of February. He was so bronzed that Sebastian could make out the outline of his goggles, permanently tanned into his face.

He stepped forward and bumped his fist against Bodhi’s. “Hey, man. Some nice powder out there this morning.”

“For sure, for sure,” he said, sounding like a parody of a surfer-dude. “Gonna go for a cruise before the munchkins take over. You wanna join?”

Sebastian shook his head. “Nah, but thanks. You go ahead.” He’d already been for a ride down the mountain this morning and didn’t have time for another. Lately, he’d been getting up before dawn in order to hit the slopes before anyone else. He loved cruising down as the sun rose. It anchored him for the day ahead, settling him the way nothing else did.

“Alright, crunchy, crunchy. See you later, man.” He grabbed his board from the rack on the wall and disappeared out the door, leaving Sebastian alone. It was early enough that the other instructors weren’t in yet, or had already headed out for a trip or two down the mountain before starting that day’s lessons. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, glancing at the time and wondering if he had enough to spare to grab a cup of coffee from the staff commissary before the daily morning briefing where he’d get today’s lesson cards.

Coffee in Styrofoam cups. On the clock, waiting for each day’s assignments. A freaking name badge sewn onto his official Blizzard Ridge instructor jacket. Where he was now was a far cry from where he’d been just a couple