The sun had set long before the Bob-Whites pulled into the quiet resort town of Pine Point, but the streets were brightly lit—not only by street lights, but also by the myriad of Christmas lights adorning many of the homes and businesses.

“Have I mentioned how much I love Christmas?” Honey's eyes were starry as she drank in their surroundings. The rest of the Bob-Whites smiled, enjoying Honey's enthusiasm as much as the festive decorations.

Jim nodded in approval as they navigated the well-maintained streets in search of their resort. “I was afraid the town would be too commercial. You know, a fast food joint on every corner.”

“There isn't even a Starbuck's,” Mart observed, with a lower degree of enthusiasm than that shown by his friend.

“But they do have a lot of small restaurants,” Diana pointed out. “See, there's a little Mexican restaurant, and a Chinese one.”

“Oooh! Chinese!” Mart perked up while the others laughed.

“It's not such a bad idea,” Honey admitted. “Dad had the chalet stocked with food, but I know I don't feel like cooking tonight. What do you think? Do we want to go out, or order in, or...?” Honey's voice trailed off as she glanced at her friends.

“Ordering in sounds great!” Trixie grinned and admitted, “I don't feel like cooking, either.”

“Do you ever?” Mart held up a hand to block Trixie's glare. “Kidding! Kidding! Dan assured me that you're quite the cook now.”

“Oh, he did, did he?” Trixie looked over her shoulder at the dark young man. “Smart mouth. Now he'll expect gourmet meals!”

Dan shrugged. “Then it's a good thing he knows how to cook.”

“That's a great idea,” Honey broke in. “We'll take turns cooking! Won't that be fun?”

“I don't know,” Trixie said. “It's been a while since I cooked for more than two people. Maybe we should divide into pairs.”

Diana's eyes sparkled. “Perfect! I have a new recipe I've been dying to try! Maybe this way, there won't be leftovers.”

Trixie snorted. “Not with Mart around, there won't. Did you see him clean up the food at the toboggan park? And then again at the clubhouse? And then Christmas dinner?”

“If by clean up, you mean clean out, then yes, I did see it.” Brian smiled at Trixie, then addressed Di. “Somehow, I don't think leftovers will be a problem with this crew.”

“Back to tonight...” Jim was trying to stay organized. “Shall we find the chalet first, or order food, or what?”

“We'll check in, order the food, and then unpack the luggage. How does that sound?” Honey asked.

“Perfectly perfect, as always,” Trixie agreed. “Is Chinese okay with everyone? That's usually the easiest for ordering in, isn't it?”

“Nothing is easier than pizza, but Chinese is a close second. And we can order lots of different dishes, so we should all be happy.” Diana nodded decisively.

“Okay. You and Mart can place the order when we get to the chalet.” Trixie turned to Honey, ignoring the blushes on both Di and Mart. “Isn't it great having all these manly men here? You and I can go in, check out the rooms, and maybe start a fire while the guys unload the luggage.”

“Life's good,” Honey replied, nodding.

With an indulgent smile, Brian asked, “Finally admitting that you're made out of sugar, and the snow will melt you?”

“Nope. Didn't you hear the part about the fire?” A slow smile graced Honey's face as she caught Brian's eye in the rear view mirror, causing him to swallow.

“Okay. You girls go on ahead, then.” Brian cleared his throat and nodded to a collection of handsome log A-frame buildings a short distance down the road. “Does that look like our resort?”

“That's it!” Jim exclaimed, spotting a sign. “I'll run in and register.”

Within moments, Jim was back, dangling the room keys. “It's a little ways up the road. We're in the last building before the mountain!” Jim allowed his excitement to show in a quick re-entry of the vehicle and an impatient tapping of his fingers on the steering wheel. “Let's go!”

A few minutes later, the group was breathing fresh, clean air and enjoying the view. “It's beautiful!” Honey gasped, standing close to Brian. Though they weren't close to the actual ski runs, they could see the mountain glow under the lights for night skiing. In the other direction, away from the lights of the town and ski runs, the darkness allowed them to gaze upon the beauty of a thousand twinkling stars.

“Is the door unlocked yet?” The group looked up to see Trixie loaded down by multiple bags, some hanging from her shoulders, and some grasped firmly in her hands. Jim tore his eyes away from the mountain and hurried to the door while Dan attempted to relieve her of her burden. She shook her head cheerfully.

“I'm fine! Or, I would be, if someone would get the door.”

Shrugging, Dan and Brian removed the rest of the luggage from the back of the vehicle, while Di and Mart went inside to find a phone book. Honey walked beside Trixie, taking a suitcase from her when she stumbled in the heavy snow.

“Not quite as sure-footed as a mountain goat?” Brian teased, catching up to the girls.

Trixie snorted. “Not even close. But, I don't end up in snow banks quite as often as I used to.”

Having unlocked the door, Jim returned and firmly took two more bags from her. “On you, snow looks good,” he teased, causing her heart to flip uncertainly. Opening the front door with a flourish, Jim was almost knocked over by the crush of people eager for their first glimpse of the accommodations.

“Wow!” Diana exclaimed, moving into the living area as the others set down the luggage. The main floor boasted two lounge areas, one equipped with a large screen television and home theatre system. A large kitchen and dining area could be glimpsed beyond the open spiral staircase leading to the loft.

Mart collapsed onto one of the lush couches, spreading his arms and legs wide. “This is the life,” he proclaimed.

“Heads up!” Diana warned, tossing him the yellow pages. Mart grunted as the book hit him square in the stomach, but brightened when Diana sat beside him and read aloud from the menu. With the food order complete, and the others already upstairs checking out the rest of the chalet, Diana turned to Mart with a small laugh.

“The man taking the order thinks we're crazy,” she confided. “He asked if we were hosting a big family gathering. When I told him it was for a party of seven, he was really quiet.” She laughed again, and patted Mart's flat stomach. “I hope you're hungry!”

Mart caught her hand and held it loosely. “Always,” he assured her, his eyes never leaving hers.

Suddenly uncomfortable, Diana stood. “We should probably see what the others are doing. Make sure they don't have us sleeping on the floor.”

Mart nodded, and silently followed her up the stairs.

“Well, Di,” Trixie began, “Since none of the guys volunteered to share a bed,” she paused as the males snorted, “it looks like us girls are bunking together. But we're taking the biggest room—the one with the en suite bath.”

Diana smiled. “Just like old times,” she agreed.

“I still don't see why you can't all bunk together, just once,” Honey addressed the males. “Sleepovers are lots of fun, and I'm sure you have some catching up to do.”

Jim turned to his sister with a patient smile. “Honey, real men don't do sleepovers. Sharing a room is okay, as long as it's necessary, but believe me, we're not going to stay up late, giggling and doing our hair, or whatever it is you girls do.”

“Don't be silly, Jim. We don't do our hair. It's much more fun to talk about boys, right, ladies?”

“Right,” Trixie and Di chorused, enjoying the slightly panicked expressions on the boys' faces.

“We might have a pillow fight, too,” Diana teased.

“And prance around in our tiny little--”

“Whoa!” Brian interrupted his sister. “Don't start with that, or I'll have to describe what Mart's been wearing to bed since we got home.”

The three girls shuddered and avoided looking at Mart. “We give! We give!” Honey laughed, holding up her hands. “So, I guess you manly men have never played a good, old-fashioned game of Truth or Dare?”

With one voice, they emphatically replied, “No!”

Honey shook her head. “It's a pity. You can learn a lot of interesting things playing Truth or Dare. A lot,” she repeated, watching their reactions carefully. Manly denial of all things girly was still evident, but curiosity was battling it mightily.

Mart swallowed. “I think it's time to pick up the food,” he said. “Dan? Want to come along for the ride?”

A flash of hurt crossed Diana's face, but was quickly covered by a well-rehearsed mask of composure. “Don't forget, the food is under the name Bob White,” she reminded Mart.

Jim tossed the keys to the younger Belden brother. “Bring it back in once piece,” he warned as they left.

They could hear playful bantering as Mart and Dan made their way out of the chalet. “Maybe I should drive,” Dan offered. “I wouldn't want to have to push that thing out of a snow bank.”

Mart groaned. “I'm never going to live that down, am I?”

“There are a lot of things you'll never live down,” Dan cheerfully agreed.

Upstairs, Trixie turned to Di. “That was a pretty memorable dance, wasn't it?”

With a wistful smile, Diana agreed. “Life was simpler then.”

“I couldn't agree more,” Trixie said, watching the men as they carried luggage up the stairs. She shook her head as she noticed the obvious stiffness between Jim and Dan. “I think we can safely assume Dan and Jim won't be sharing a room.” Frowning, she continued. “I can't understand why Jim is still uncomfortable with Dan. He was civil on the drive here...”

Diana raised an incredulous eyebrow, but Trixie wasn't watching her. “I'm sure they'll work it out,” Diana assured her, secretly hoping that no one would come to blows before the trip was over.

“Mart and Dan will be back with the food any minute,” Honey said, joining them after setting their suitcases in their room. “We should set the table.”

Honey stopped at the door to the room that Brian and Jim were occupying. “Nice room,” she commented, “but I'm surprised you didn't fight Mart and Dan for the room with the double beds.” She gestured to the bunk beds on which Brian and Jim were sprawled.

Brian and Jim exchanged glances. After a brief hesitation, Brian muttered, “Lost a bet,” and started to the stairs. “They'll be back with the food soon. We should set the table.”

Trixie, Honey, and Di watched as the guys hastily retreated down the stairs.

“Lost a bet?” Diana questioned.

Honey frowned in bewilderment. “When have they even had time to make a bet?” she wondered.

With a sniff, Trixie said, “Oh, Mart probably dared them to use one of his ridiculous words in a sentence, or something equally stupid. Brian and Jim are too embarrassed to admit how they lost.”

“Or maybe they're just embarrassed that they lost to Dan and Mart.”

Grinning, Trixie agreed with her honey-haired friend. “Brian and Mart still have that sibling rivalry thing going on every once in a while.”

Honey and Di exchanged amused glances, and Di commented slyly, “I'm sure Jim didn't enjoy losing to Dan, either.”

Trixie shook her head. “I will never understand men. Never.”

“You understand them well enough to do one heck of a job flirting with them,” Diana observed.

“That's easy,” Trixie giggled. “I just pretend to be Marilyn Monroe.”

A loud clatter from the kitchen caught their attention, and Honey sighed. “We should probably go and see what trouble they've managed to create.”

When no one could possibly eat another bite, Mart pushed his chair away from the large oak table. With a wistful look at the remaining food, he commented, “I'm stuffed!” But even as he patted his stomach, he reconsidered. “Although, that breaded shrimp was excellent...”

Honey moved the dish away from him. “Breakfast tomorrow morning?”

Mart grinned. “Midnight snack.”

The thers laughed and began clearing away the food and dishes. Jim glanced at his watch. “The night's still young. What would everyone like to do? We could take a walk through the town, maybe check out the midnight skiing...What do you think?”

Diana looked around the room before answering. “I'd rather stay in,” she admitted. “Maybe we could relax tonight, and get an early start tomorrow.”

“Sure,” Mart agreed. “I think I saw some games in the entertainment room. Maybe they have Scrabble!”

Brian groaned. “I hope not. The only words I can spell accurately are medical terms that are way too long for Scrabble. I'd better help you pick a game.”

“While you do that, I'd like to finish unpacking,” Honey said. “Trixie? Di?”

With a reluctant sigh, Trixie followed her friends upstairs. “I don't see the point of hanging up everything. It'll still be wrinkled from packing.”

“But, at least you'll be able to find what you want without digging through your suitcase,” Diana pointed out.

Trixie shrugged.

“And you promised to pack a few nice outfits,” Honey reminded her. “I'm sure you want to unpack them.”

Trixie sighed. “Okay. Let's get it over with.”

The girls set to work, but it was only a few minutes before Trixie let out a cry of rage. “Oooh! That Bobby! When I get my hands on him...”

Honey and Di looked up in surprise, but quickly found the source of Trixie's frustration. Honey's eyes grew wide with suppressed amusement as she asked, “Is that--”

“Bobby's sweater from Aunt Alicia? Yes, it is.” She gripped the pale peach yarn in tight fists. “The little weasel! He must have slipped it in my suitcase before he left last night. The little stinker!”

“What's the big deal?” Honey wondered. “It's not as if you have to wear it,” she pointed out.

“Moms made us all promise we'd wear them at least once on this trip,” Trixie explained. “She wants us to be able to tell Aunt Alicia we used them.”

Di and Honey eyed the unfortunately coloured sweater, and began to giggle, softly at first, but increasing in volume as they pictured fair Bobby Belden in the pastel horror.

“I'm sorry, Trix,” Diana gasped, “but I can't say I blame him. I hardly think that sweater is going to attract the kind of girls Bobby is interested in.”

Honey reached out to touch the soft yarn. 'It does look comfortable,” she said, and couldn't resist adding, “and pretty!”

“Very alluring,” Diana agreed, starting to hiccup through her laughter.

Trixie glared at them. “You don't understand. Brian, Mart, and I will be stuck wearing ours out here, and Bobby will just put his on at home for five minutes and snap a picture. Weasel,” she muttered, and threw the sweater on the bed.

“Oh, Trixie, it'll be fine.” Honey put an arm around Trixie's shoulders. “And honestly, I think a picture of you and your brothers wearing your sweaters here in the chalet will be perfectly perfect. Maybe a shot while we're playing a game?”

“Sure!” Diana agreed. “It'll have that homey look.”

“Kind of like those bad beer commercials,” Trixie mused, and added, “except we won't be wearing bikinis.”

Their giggles were interrupted by Mart's shout from the bottom of the stairs. “What cooks, girls? Are you going to stay up there all night, or are you coming down?”

“Coming!” they chorused, but Trixie lagged behind.

“Might as well get it over with,” she muttered, and darted into Mart's room, then Brian's. She returned with two sweaters behind her back and an evil smirk. Sending Honey and Di on ahead of her, she stopped to pick up her own sweater and Bobby's.

As Trixie entered the entertainment room, she could hear cheerful bickering. “We can't play Scrabble,” Brian was explaining with forced patience, “because half the tiles are missing! It won't work.”

Mart shrugged. “What else is there?”

Jim held a box behind his back. “Happy Days?”

All eyes turned to him. “Are you serious? They have Happy Days?” Honey squealed.

“Nope.” Jim grinned and showed them the box. “I just wanted to see your face,” he teased his sister. “It's Star Wars Trivial Pursuit. What do you think?”

There was silence as each person considered a game they had never played as a group.

“It's fine by me,” Trixie sighed, “but, well ... we may as well get this over with.” She handed a sweater to each of her brothers and stared unhappily at the mass of pink in her arms. Brian and Mart appeared equally glum while Jim and Dan snickered.

“Nice,” Dan commented. “All you need now are plaid bell bottoms, and you'd really have a look going for you.”

Mart glared at him and tried to restore his dignity. “I'll have you know this sweater is warm...and...functional...and...”

“Hideous?” Jim supplied.

“I think it's a lovely colour.” Diana gazed at the pale lavender and smiled at Mart.

Jim snorted. “Sure. For a pansy.”

Trixie groaned. “I can't believe we're doing this. Let's just put them on, play a round of the game, and take a picture. Then we can pack them away and we won't have to look at them for the rest of the trip.”

“I don't know what you're complaining about. I think that shade of yellow is beautiful, don't you?”

“Oh, yes,” Dan agreed. “It's so lovely, in fact, that I think you should wear it all evening. Don't you agree, Jim?”

“I do,” Jim concurred, relishing the evil glances directed at him.

“I don't think so--” Mart started, but was interrupted by his sister.

“You want us to wear the sweaters for the entire game?” she asked.

Jim and Dan nodded, followed closely by Honey and Diana.

“I'm sorry,” Honey apologized, “but they're just so...”

“Riveting,” Jim supplied. “It's like the scene of an accident. You know you shouldn't look, but...”

Trixie rolled her eyes. “Okay. We'll wear the sweaters for the evening.”

“What?” Mart yelped.

“Now, wait just a minute,” Brian began as the others cheered.

Trixie held up a hand. “I wasn't finished. We will wear the sweaters for the evening. But...” she paused dramatically, “if we win the game, the non-Beldens have to wear the sweaters tomorrow. Bobby's sweater is upstairs, just waiting to be worn. When we go skiing.”

The cheering stopped. Brian and Mart started to smile.

“Still want us to wear them?” Trixie asked, eyes dancing.

“But that's not fair!” Diana protested. “We'd have to wear them in public!”

Brian nodded. “That's true. Of course, if you think you can't beat us...”

“We didn't say that!” Jim blustered.

Honey and Di looked at each other uncomfortably. “I don't know a lot about Star Wars. Do you?” Honey questioned.

“No,” Diana admitted.

“That's okay. Jim and I know our stuff,” Dan assured them.

“Okay,” Trixie interrupted. “We'll play as teams, but within the team we have to take turns answering the questions. No help from your team mates. Questions? Good.” She barrelled on before anyone could respond. “Let's play!”

The Belden siblings reluctantly tugged on the bulky sweaters as the others set up the game.

“I was right,” Trixie sighed.

“About what?” Jim asked, looking up from the cards he was arranging.

Trixie gestured to her brothers. “We look like an Easter egg.”

The others stopped what they were doing and peered speculatively at the Beldens.

“Stand closer together,” Honey suggested. “Right now, you just look like...oh, you know...it's kind of like ice cream...”

Mart licked his lips. “I believe you refer to the delectable concoction known as rainbow sherbet.” He turned to the kitchen with a speculative glance.

“Focus,” Trixie muttered.

“Right.” Mart cleared his throat and pulled at the constricting collar of his sweater. “Let's play!”

“We'll go first,” Honey decided, then flushed as the others looked at her in surprise. “We have the most to lose,” she explained, and no one argued.

“You read the questions, Brian,” Jim suggested. “We need someone who can pronounce all the names and places, but who won't take forever to read a simple question.”

Brian shrugged. “Fine by me.”

After Honey rolled the dice and moved the Han Solo marker the required spaces, she turned to Brian. “Go easy on me,” she teased, but was only half-joking.

Brian read both the question and answer carefully before speaking. “What is Han Solo's response when Princess Leia tells him she loves him?”

Honey's eyes lit up. “I know this one! He says, 'I know.'”

Diana snorted. “Smooth, Han, real smooth.”

Dan shrugged. “He got the girl, didn't he?”

Honey ignored them. “Did I get it right?”

Brian smiled as his girlfriend waited impatiently for his answer. “Yes, you got it right.”

Honey cheered and gave the dice to Mart. “I think I like this game!”

Mart also answered his question correctly, as did Jim. Trixie turned expectantly to Jim, the other official question reader, after she rolled the dice. Jim's sandy eyebrows arched as he read the question to himself. He looked from the card to Trixie.

“It's a hard one,” he warned.

Trixie shrugged and settled herself more comfortably against the pillow she had thrown on the floor. “Just read the question, sweater boy.”

Diana, Honey, and Dan winced, but Jim merely grinned, confident that Team Belden was about to suffer a loss. He continued to study the card, pretending to be confused by the wording. “You have seen all of the movies, right?”

Trixie affected an expression of surprise. “There's more than one?” With a withering glare, she motioned for him to get on with the game.

“Okay, Shamus. Don't say I didn't warn you.” He cleared his throat and studied the card, hoping to rattle her by taking his time. At length, he read the question. “What are the names of the bounty hunters hired by Darth Vadar to find Luke Skywalker?”

Trixie tossed her blonde curls. “Do they want all of them, or just the one that found Han Solo?”

Jim looked up in surprise. “Um, all of them,” he answered, surprised at her confidence.

She ticked them off on her fingers. “4-Lom, Bossk, Dengar, Zuccuss, IG-88, and Boba Fett, not to be confused with his father, Jango Fett.”

After closing his gaping mouth, Jim managed a weak, “Right. Not to be confused with his father.” He shook his head, but couldn't clear his mind of the beautiful enigma who never ceased to amaze him.

Trixie's eyes sparkled as she picked up the wedge and smoothly slipped it into place. With an impudent wink, she said, “Did I forget to mention the question was for a wedge? Thanks for going easy on me, Jim. For a minute there, I was worried.”

“You haven't won yet,” Dan reminded her.

Trixie turned her attention to the only person in the room not surprised by her fluency in the lore of Star Wars. With the familiar rush of competition bringing a flush to her cheeks, she couldn't resist a jab. “Maybe not, but even if I lose, no one else will be seeing me in this sweater.” She shrugged a baby pink shoulder and smiled. “I hope you look good in pastels!”

Dan and Jim both sighed heavily, and came to an understanding. The game was on.

Two hours later, the Bob Whites were exhausted. Honey and Diana leaned back against the couch, closing their eyes while other people took their turns. Leaning forward, Jim alternated between holding his head in his hands, and raking a hand through his unruly red hair. Brian sat on the floor and rested his head on the coffee table while Mart stared dumbly at the game board. Dan sat in a low chair, watching the others with amusement. Trixie was the only Bob-White with any spunk left. A delighted grin lit her face as she rolled the dice and moved the Luke Skywalker game piece.

“Well?” she questioned, looking expectantly at Jim. “Aren't you going to read the question?”

As if unfairly put-upon, Jim sighed heavily. “Fine. Just remember that I'm representing Wheeler International wherever I go. If any of my business associates see me in...” Jim broke off and eyed the sweaters in a hostile manner.

“If any of your business associates see you in what?” Trixie questioned, her chin raised in challenge. “My aunt's expression of love?”

Unable to maintain his aggrieved expression in the light of Trixie's natural exuberance and enthusiasm, Jim started to smile. “If any of my business associates see me in this...” he grazed her arm, “expression of your aunt's love, they will never take me seriously in the board room again.”

Trixie matched his smile. “Then you'd better hope I don't know the answer to that question,” she warned, and tapped the card he held.

Resigned to his fate, Jim read the question. “How many times does Luke Skywalker fire on the AT-AT on Hoth before he trips it with a cable? Hey! That's a hard one!” Jim's eyes lit up. “Better think hard, Belden. If you get this right, you win, but if you don't, we could win it with the next question.”

Trixie frowned and closed her eyes, visualizing the scene. Lost in concentration, she chewed thoughtfully on her bottom lip. “Well, Dan, is it three, or five?”

Dan met her eyes. “True.”

“Hey! Didn't we say no help?” Diana protested.

“No help from team mates,” Trixie clarified. “Dan and I aren't on the same team. And he didn't exactly help me.”

Dan shrugged. “That's your answer whenever we watch Jeopardy.”

Trixie winked. “And I'm right half the time, too!”

Jim looked at her in mock sympathy. “Do you want to pass this round? I'm sure Dan's ready to answer his question. We don't mind, do we?”

“No, not at all,” Dan agreed.

Trixie scowled. “No! Just give me a minute.” She screwed her eyes shut again and muttered under her breath. “Stupid numbers. Always getting me in trouble.” After restlessly drumming her fingers on the coffee table for a full minute, she finally opened her eyes and revealed the gleam that lurked in them. Correctly answering the question, she watched as the opposing team seemed to wilt before her very eyes. Gently nudging Honey, Trixie whispered, “It's over, Honey! And I just won you a beautiful new sweater to wear tomorrow!”

Instantly, Honey was wide awake. “What? I call yellow!” she exclaimed.

“Mmmm! Purple for me!” Diana mumbled before Jim or Dan could react.

“What?” Both Jim and Dan sputtered. “But that leaves--” The two remaining losers looked at each other in unmitigated horror. “Peach.” Jim finished.

“And,” Dan shuddered, “pink.”

Brian and Mart tried to console them. “It's okay, guys. It'll accentuate your feminine side,” Brian pointed out.

“Yeah.” Mart's eyes twinkled as he clasped Dan's shoulder. “Chicks will go for it, right?”

Dan whipped around. “No. No, they will not.”

Mart shrugged and smiled. “Oh, well. You'll just have to be more charming than usual, that's all.”

“I'll show you more charming,” Dan threatened, and grasped Mart in a loose head-lock.

“Boys, boys,” Trixie put an arm around both Dan and Mart, stopping the horseplay. “Tomorrow morning is time enough to worry about the sweaters. If I were you, I'd get some sleep. So you can be nice and fresh for a very full day of skiing. And I promise to be completely impartial in deciding which sweaters you both will wear.”

“What? How come Honey and Di got to choose theirs?”

“Because my brothers are more easily manipulated than I am,” Trixie informed them smugly as she finished placing the last of the game pieces in the box, and tried to place it on the top shelf of the bookcase. “And start thinking about accessories! They really finish the look,” she advised them.

Standing directly behind her, Jim took the game from her and easily placed it on the shelf. “I'll be sure to keep that in mind,” he informed her, grinning as she turned to face him and found herself trapped between Jim and the bookcase.

Trixie stood perfectly still, her heart racing. “Tomorrow should be a lot of fun, then,” she stammered, and lost herself in his emerald eyes. Allowing him to place an arm around her shoulders, Trixie found herself led to the stairs. With a flushed face, she called goodnight to the others and ascended the stairs at Jim's side.

As the other Bob-Whites followed them, Jim slowed his pace in the upstairs hallway to allow them to pass. Suddenly shy, Trixie was completely tongue-tied by the time they were alone in the hall and standing outside her door.

“Maybe tomorrow we can head down the slopes together?” he asked, searching her expressive face.

“That would be great,” she agreed breathlessly, enjoying the single-minded attention he focused on her, and the curious butterflies in her stomach.

“Until tomorrow, then.” Jim looked cautiously over his shoulder before dropping a slow, deliberate kiss on her forehead. Blushing, Trixie slipped into her room, only to find Honey and Di looking at her expectantly.

“Well?” Honey questioned, but Trixie only blushed harder and fumbled in her suitcase for her pyjamas. Diana and Honey smothered their smiles and let her change in peace. Still thinking of the unexpected thrill of Jim's kiss, albeit a chaste kiss, Trixie was unaware of the conversation taking place around her.

“Round robin?” Di asked, startling Trixie out of her reverie. “Rotating where we sleep,” she clarified, as Trixie stared at her blankly.

“Oh! Right! Sounds good to me,” Trixie agreed, then frowned as she remembered her unpleasant dream in the van that had resulted in Jim's bloody nose.

Apparently, Honey and Di were having similar thoughts. “Maybe Di and I should share a bed tonight,” said Honey after a brief pause.

Trixie agreed, and before long, the girls were settled in the large, comfortable beds. Trixie listened to the deep, even breathing in the other bed, but she could only see a handsome red-head in her mind when she attempted to sleep.