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A sparkling romantic comedy guaranteed to have you dreaming of the sunny slopes!Up in the magical, snow-kissed mountains…Two years ago, Annie Brewer’s life was turned upside down when her adrenaline-junkie husband died in a tragic climbing accident. So she’s hoping that moving to the beautiful village of Santorso in the Italian Alps will finally put her life back on track!…anything can happen!She might be going into business with her oldest friend – notorious lady-charmer Matt Brown – but men are definitely out of the question for Annie! That is, until she bumps into tall, dark and delicious Alessandro Lago on the ski slopes…and spontaneously says ‘Yes’ to a date!It must be the crisp, mountain air but suddenly, anything seems possible. The only trouble is, chivalrous Matt is looking more gorgeous than ever…Praise for T. A. Williams‘T. A. Williams has that gorgeous way of writing a feel good story and something which will easily make you smile…he’s absolutely backed up that men can write chick-lit.’ ─ Reviewed The Book (TOP 1000 Amazon Reviewer)‘If you like snow, skiing, Italy, comedy, labradors or light romance then I would definitely take a look at What Happens in the Alps…. Fantastic story by an entertaining author! ─ Gilbster (Top 1000 Amazon Reviewer)‘A superbly crafted, heartwarming tale in a wonderful winter setting…and with a lovely labrador too!’ ─ Splashes into Books‘I had my doubts as to whether a 'bloke' would get it! To get beneath the skin of a woman and process how she'd feel in various scenario's. Let's just say I don't have any longer – Trevor you nailed it.’ ─ Crooksonbooks

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‘Sounds like it could be Gruglio up to more of his dirty tricks.’ Paolina had no doubt.

‘Who’s Gruglio?’ Annie hadn’t heard the name before.

Paolina deferred to Rita, who filled Annie in. ‘He owns the ABC School. He used to run a very seedy nightclub before that and I could tell you any number of stories about what he got up to.’

Annie was puzzled. ‘That’s one hell of a career change; from nightclub owner to language-school principal.’

‘The school was set up by his girlfriend.’ Clearly, Rita really was well informed. ‘She was Australian or South African, I think. Anyway, she set the school up and then, less than a year later, she dumped him and left for home. So, as the club had been closed down, he took over the school.’

‘But… qualifications…?’ Annie couldn’t believe her ears. ‘Is he at least fluent in English?’

‘Can’t speak a word as far as I know. He’s got a Sri Lankan running it for him. Poor girl; I don’t envy her one bit.’

‘Anyway, Annie, stealing your sign sounds just like the sort of thing he’d do.’ Paolina caught Rita’s eye. ‘I know – we’ll do a bit of sniffing around next week. Between us, we know a good deal about what goes on up here in the valley.’ Of that, Annie had no doubt at all.

As the daylight gradually gave way to night, they managed to rearrange the room so that there was just enough space for Annie’s bed amid all the boxes and furniture. Finally, as they were sitting in reception, drinking tea, the doorbell rang again. This time it was Matt. With him, he had brought a bag of food and drink. Annie noticed the immediate expressions of interest on the faces of the two girls when they caught sight of him, but she felt relieved she had at least been able to warn Matt off Paolina, who was working out really well at the school and was definitely too precious to lose. Annie made the introductions.

‘Hi, Matt. These are Paolina and Rita. Girls, this is Matt. He’s one of my oldest friends.’ She kissed him on the cheeks and watched as he proceeded to produce a bottle and set it on the counter.

‘Hi, ladies. First things first – have you got wine glasses?’

‘Somewhere in a box, but we’ve got tumblers in the kitchen.’ As Paolina went off to find the glasses, Matt opened the bottle of Prosecco.

‘What’s this in aid of?’ Annie watched as he filled the glasses.

‘It’s not every day you move house.’ He grinned. ‘All right, this is only temporary, but there’s always a good excuse for drinking Prosecco.’ They toasted Annie’s new home as he produced a panettone and chocolates from the bags he had brought.

They sat down and chatted, Matt as ever managing to charm the girls with his impeccable Italian and his good looks. Annie heard him repeating the story of his life that she knew well by now. His father had been in Her Majesty’s Diplomatic Service, based in Rome for many years, and Matt had gone to school there. Although he had returned to the UK to study law at university, he had come back to Italy again in his mid-twenties and had been here ever since. He was fluent in both languages and this, of course, explained why he was such an effective translator.

‘So what are you girls doing tonight?’ Matt looked across at Annie first.

‘A quiet night in, I think. I’m worn out after skiing and unpacking.’

Matt turned his attention to the other two. ‘Now I bet you girls know where there are a few good parties up here in Santorso, don’t you?’ Paolina smiled and shook her head, but Rita gave him a look that Annie recognised. The invitation in the girl’s voice was quite clear as she replied.

‘I know where there’s going to be a great party tonight. Paolina, you’re going out with Davide tonight, aren’t you?’ Annie saw Paolina flush.

‘Not necessarily. I could always put him off.’ Her eyes were firmly fixed on Matt. For his part, he was looking nonchalant.

Rita wouldn’t hear of it. ‘No, of course not, Paolina. You go out with Davide and I’ll sort Matt out.’ She caught his eye. ‘Would you like me to show you the local night life, Matt?’ Paolina made no response, but she was looking daggers at Rita across the table. Seemingly unaware, Matt glanced at Annie.

‘Sure you don’t fancy coming out on the town with us, Annie?’

For a moment, Annie felt tempted. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been out dancing and it would have been fun to dance with Matt for once. But then she thought better of it and shook her head. ‘No, I’m staying in. But don’t let me cramp your style. You young people go out and have fun.’ But as he walked out with his arms around the two girls, she felt a strange sensation. If she hadn’t known better, she would have described it as jealousy, but that couldn’t be. This was Matt, after all.

Chapter 6

When Annie surfaced around nine o’clock on Sunday morning and set about making coffee, she was still thinking about Matt and shaking her head in disbelief. What was it she had said about him to her sister? The morals of a tomcat, and she hadn’t been exaggerating. If he had spent the night with Rita, she just hoped the girl’s subsequent almost inevitable disappointment at then being dumped by him wouldn’t impact on Paolina and then on the school. More to the point, there had been no missing the interest in Paolina’s eyes, so, unless Rita did it first, Annie resolved to find the appropriate moment to enlighten her as to Matt’s true colours.

She glanced out of the window. The sky was a brilliant blue and the sunshine flooding across the car park had already reached her car. As a result, the ice was visibly melting on the windscreen. Her phone started ringing. She had to hunt round the cluttered kitchen before she found it and managed to answer. It was Paolina with a suggestion.

‘Ciao, Annie. It’s such a beautiful day, why don’t we go skiing?’

Annie was about to say no when her eyes slipped out through the window again and she saw the sunlight reflecting on the snow that covered the mountains behind the town. It was a fairy-tale scene and she knew there was only one sensible option. ‘Paolina, I know I should stay home and tidy up a bit; my room looks like a train wreck. But, even though it’s a Sunday and it’ll be busy on the slopes, it’s too fine a day to miss. Yes, let’s go skiing.’ She glanced at her watch. ‘How about if I pick you up from home at ten?’

They reached Montalto at ten-thirty. On the way, Annie tried a couple of times to bring the conversation round to Matt, but Paolina seemed unwilling to talk about him and Annie dropped the subject. The car park was much fuller than the last time Annie had been up there, but there was still ample space. They were able to get straight onto the main chairlift without wasting time in a queue, and by eleven they were up at the middle station. It was there that Annie got her first surprise of the day. Waiting for them by the recently illuminated fir tree chosen as this year’s Christmas tree was none other than Rita from last night. Somehow, Annie had assumed Rita would still be with Matt.

‘Ciao, Rita. Did you have a good time last night?’ As she asked, she could sense Paolina’s impatience to know more.

Rita nodded, a touch of what could have been regret noticeable in her expression. ‘Yes, thanks, Annie.’

Paolina butted straight in. ‘So, come on, how did it go with il bellissimo Matt ?’ Evidently, Paolina had no compunction about prying into her friend’s affairs.

‘He was great. We went to a party out by the airport. He insisted on giving me champagne and we did a bit of dancing.’ She glanced across at Paolina, her eyes shining. ‘He’s an amazing dancer. But it wasn’t a very late night. After we’d been there for a while, Matt told me he was feeling very tired and he had to get some sleep, so I was home by eleven.’ The regret was all too clear in her voice now, but Rita didn’t stay despondent for long. Out here in the fresh air, with a cloudless blue sky above them, it simply wasn’t possible. ‘So that’s why I was up early and I sent Paolina the text suggesting coming up here.’

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