THE WOMEN ARE STILL ENJOYING their spa treatments when we drag ourselves off the slopes and gather around the crackling fire for warmth.
Lee hands me a hot cup of coffee. "Who won?" "Not Dean," I mumble.
He laughs. "Then that's all that matters."
I chuckle. "Why didn't you join us on the slopes?"
"Back injury." He points to the body part in question. "I bought a grand piano for my little girl. Got hurt trying to drag it to the 'perfect' spot." He shakes his head. "You know how the wife gets when she decorates."
"It's always a little more to the left. Then the right. Then the left." Stone rolls his eyes. "If they gave navigation instructions, we'd have a lot more car accidents."
"Well, Chloe didn't stop until she injured me." Lee rubs his back. Tipping my coffee to him in solidarity, I nod. "Tough break."
