Trying to be a responsible aunt, Erica turned to warn her to be careful but Delphi was already on the sled and speeding down the hill toward Anna. A kaleidoscope of possible catastrophes filled Erica’s head, but Delphi made it to the bottom without mishap and then it was Erica’s turn.
Hoping that next time Delphi would pick coloring as an activity, Erica straddled the sled. From this angle the slope seemed steeper than she’d first thought. For a second she felt something close to fear, and then laughed at herself. A five-year-old had just gone down the same slope without hesitating, and here she was wondering if it was a good idea. It made her realize that her life was far too sanitized and controlled. She spent too much time inside soulless glass offices and luxury hotels.
She breathed in the sharp, cold air and decided she needed to get outdoors more. Maybe instead of hotel gyms, she’d start running. Maybe she’d learn to ski. Jack skied and was always talking about how the concentration required meant that, for him, it was the ultimate form of relaxation.
Feeling thoroughly unlike herself, she pushed off. She could see Anna and Delphi at the bottom, waving, and behind them the inn with its pretty windows and balconies.
For the first couple of seconds the sled crawled and Erica thought this is fine, and then it suddenly gained speed. How was it going so fast? She whooshed down the slope, gasping and then giggling because she felt thoroughly out of control and she never, ever felt out of control. Was she going to stop? Had Delphi gone this fast? She heard Anna yelling something about using her feet as a brake but before she could do anything she somehow hit a bump and finished the run on her back with the sled on top of her.
She lay there for a moment, the air knocked from her body.
Snow found the gap between her jacket and her skin and slid in frozen rivulets down her neck.
Delphi was clapping her hands and dancing with delight. “Isn’t it fun, Aunt Erica?”
Erica pushed the sled away and stared up at the sky, trying to work out what she’d broken. “So much fun.”
And then she started to laugh because actually it had been fun and she couldn’t believe she was lying here, covered in snow, with a five-year-old grinning down at her. And having started laughing, she couldn’t stop. Her sides ached and she couldn’t breathe properly but still she laughed in a way she couldn’t ever remember laughing before.
Delphi started laughing, too. “You have snow in your hair. You look silly, Aunt Erica.”
“Do I? Good. It’s a good thing to not take yourself too seriously.”
And she did that a lot. Everything in her life was serious. Instead of focusing on the moment, she focused on consequences. And it was her job to do that, to look into the future and predict what crisis might derail a client’s long-term plan, but since when had she lived that way in her personal life? Since always.
Anna hurried over, concerned. “Are you all right?”
“I’ve never been better.”
And she realized with a disturbing flash of clarity that she didn’t have enough fun in her life. She enjoyed reading, she loved relaxing in a spa, she enjoyed the theater and she was addicted to the rush of adrenaline that was part of winning a big piece of business, but the only thing in her life that came close to giving her that feeling of dizzying lightness that had come from rushing down that slope against a backdrop of Delphi’s excited yelling, was the time she spent with Jack.
“You need to steer,” Delphi said helpfully, “then you won’t fall off. I’m going again.” Without waiting for either of them to reply she shot up the slope again, all energy and determination, dragging her sled behind her.
Anna was shaking her head. “What happened to you?”
“According to Delphi, I didn’t steer.”
“I’m not talking about your skill on the mountain, I’m talking about all this laughter. I can’t believe you’re enjoying this. It’s not you at all.”
“I know. Which just goes to show we don’t always know what’s good for us, because I can’t remember when I had more fun.” She held up her arm for help. “Remind me, where is the nearest hospital?”
“You’re in the middle of nowhere. No hospital.” Smiling but bemused, Anna tugged her to her feet. “You’re really having fun? I assumed you’d be fantasizing about shoe shopping in Manhattan.”
“Shoes are nice, but shoes have never made me laugh so much my sides hurt.” Erica tried to brush the bulk of the snow from her jacket but it was a losing battle. “I’m having a good time.”
Anna watched her with a strange look in her eyes. “You look like a different person.”
“No, I’m the same person—just colder than usual. I’m not used to taking lessons on something from a five-year-old.”
“She’s so funny and adorable.” Anna glanced up the slope toward Delphi, who was getting into position for another run. “And you’re great with her.”
“You mean she’s enjoying my humiliation?”
“No. I mean the fact that you were prepared to join in even though this was the last thing you wanted to do says a lot.”
“And the fact that I’m having a good time says a lot, too. It tells me I need to do more of this.” Erica stamped the snow from her boots and Anna looked at her curiously.
“More winter sports?”
“More things that make me laugh.” Erica removed her gloves and shook out snow that had managed to wedge itself inside. “I need to do more things that bring me joy.”
Anna checked on Delphi, gave her a wave and then turned back to Erica. “You mean like spending more time in bed with sexy Jack?”
Despite the snow, Erica felt warmth spread through her. “Maybe. And maybe also time out of bed.”
Anna’s eyes widened and she pressed her hand to her chest in an exaggerated gesture of shock. “You don’t mean—a relationship?”
Erica accepted the teasing. “I enjoy his company, which is the very reason I’ve been reluctant to see more of him.”
“That only makes sense to me because it’s coming from you.” Anna slid her arm through Erica’s. “You’re scared that you might end up needing him.”
“Relationships are scary.” Erica turned to her and shrugged. “I don’t expect you to understand. You make romance look easy.”
Anna’s smile faltered. “I do understand. There are so many things that can go wrong, and when you love someone the stakes are so much higher. And romance—love—is never easy.”
It wasn’t the response she’d expected.
Erica stared at her friend. “Is everything all right?”
“Fine.” She waved at Delphi again, who was positioning herself to attack the slope again. “You struck the jackpot with this place. The views are incredible.”
Romance—love—is never easy.
In all the years she’d known Anna, she’d never heard her say anything like that before.
When it came to relationships, Anna was everyone’s role model.
Erica peered closer and noticed how tired Anna looked. Why hadn’t she noticed it before?
“Are you sleeping okay?”