“I’ve never skied before,” she admits, looping the lanyard around her neck. “Neither have I. We can learn together,” I say. “I’ve already booked you both an instructor for the bunny hill,” Henry confirms. “And you’ll be on—” “The black diamond runs.” “Of course. Because there’s nothing Henry wasn’t born good at.” I throw my hands up in mock annoyance, earning his amused snort and a round of chuckles.
