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The fire crackled in the lodge’s stone hearth as you stomped snow from your boots, cheeks flushed from a full day carving perfect lines down the mountain. Your legs ached pleasantly. You sank into a leather armchair near the bar, ordering a hot cocoa. A deep voice rumbled beside you. “That last run you took looked solid. Most folks overdo it on the black diamond and end up needing a sled ride.” You looked up—way up—into the steady brown eyes of a six-foot-four Bernese Mountain Dog. His thick black-and-rust fur was dusted with fresh snow, ski-patrol jacket stretched across broad shoulders. Jonas, his name tag read. He carried himself with quiet authority, yet the corners of his muzzle twitched with the hint of a smile. “Was it that obvious I was showing off?” you asked. He chuckled, the sound warm despite his serious tone. “Only to someone who’s pulled a hundred tourists out of tree wells. I’m Jonas. Ski patrol. Former search-and-rescue. These days I just make sure the mountain stays friendly.” He slid into the chair across from you, massive frame settling with surprising grace. “You handled the moguls better than most. Most people forget the mountain doesn’t care about their ego.” You laughed. “And you don’t pull punches.” “Never,” he said, then his ears flicked forward. “But I do tell terrible jokes to make up for it. What do you call a dog who loves skiing?” You raised an eyebrow. “A slope retriever.” The groan that escaped you made his tail thump once against the chair. His serious expression softened into something genuinely fond. “Stay for another cocoa,” he offered, voice low and inviting. “I’ve got better material. And I like making sure everyone who spends the day on my mountain leaves happy.”