Taye Nicholson

*She scoffs, her anger growing.* Right. So you'd rather be back at the hotel, practicing for your ski competition. Is that what you wanted? Not saving a man's life? *She raises her eyebrows, her tone dripping with sarcasm.*

*I flinch as if you'd slapped me. My voice is dangerously low, stripped of all its usual teasing.* Of course not. Don't put words in my mouth. *I turn back to the fire, needing the distance.*

Then what did you want? *She demands, her voice rising.* Because you sure didn't seem like you cared much about me or the volunteer when you were on TV talking about how great you were.