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  Ally sank to a chair and let out a little laugh.

  “And you know what else? I think you learned a whole hell of a lot more than that. Not that you’ll admit it to me right now, but I think you learned how to receive love as well as give it.”

  Ally stared at her. What would Lucy say if she told her she was right, she’d received lots of “love.” On her desk. Against a tree. In the kitchen. The shower… Her heart cracked and broke. “Chance was in on this, right? Give the city girl a thrill?” A man like him would never have given her a second look, why in the world hadn’t she seen that? Because she hadn’t wanted to, she’d been too busy reacting with her hormones.

  “I swear to you, honey. Chance had nothing to do with this.”

  “I need air.” Desperate for it, she headed toward the door.

  “Dammit—” Lucy fought wildly with her covers, trying to get out of the bed. “Dammit!” She flung up her hands in frustration. “If you’re going to leave, then help me up so I can follow you. We’re not finished!”

  Ally stared at the door in front of her, knowing she should walk out, but she couldn’t. Miserable, she studied the white paint, but what she really saw was Chance lying sprawled out in her bed, rumpled and sexy from the night they’d spent.

  Loving each other.

  Her throat tightened. Her eyes burned.

  “Ally. Oh, Ally, I’m so sorry.”

  “Yeah. Me, too,” she told the door.

  There was more rustling and more swearing. “Then get back here and let me shake you!”

  Ally laughed a little, swiped at the silly tear that had escaped, and slowly turned to face her. “Don’t hurt yourself. Just stay put.”

  “Not until you understand—”

  “I do. I know that you care about me, and that—”

  “I love you, dammit. And I love Chance. If ever there were two people who deserved to find each other more, I don’t know who they are. I just thought—”

  “You thought wrong.” With a sigh, Ally moved back to the bed. She would not take her pain out on Lucy. “You should know you’ve been meddling in vain. I came to tell you it’s time for me to go. Now that you’re getting out of here, the timing is perfect.”

  “Don’t tell me he found someone else, I know that boy too well.”

  “No, that’s not it.”

  “Good. Now tell me you love him again.”

  “Lucy—”

  “Tell me!”

  Ally swallowed hard, but the truth came out. “Okay, fine. You win. I fell in love with him. But—”

  Lucy’s eyes flared with triumph. “No buts needed.”

  “But, whether Chance loves me back or not doesn’t matter.” She had to swallow hard. “Not when he doesn’t want to love me. That’s why I have to go. Please understand. If I stay, I’ll go weak again. I’ll take whatever pathetic scraps of attention he can give me, because I can’t resist him. I’ll take it and feel grateful for even that little bit.”

  Lucy’s eyes filled. “Oh, honey.”

  “It’s over, Lucy,” she whispered. “And I have to leave. I’m sorry.”

  Lucy reached out a hand, and this time Ally took it. When Lucy tugged and gathered her in for a warm hug, Ally returned it with all her heart.

  “I don’t want you to go,” Lucy murmured. “You’ve made a place for yourself here. Both in my heart and at the resort, and I know you may not believe this… I hardly believed it myself when I first realized it, but I don’t want to work twenty-four/seven anymore.” She pulled back to stare into Ally’s eyes. “I want to cut back. I want to relax.”

  Ally shook her head. “Don’t you dare add offering me a pity job to your crimes.”

  “This is not a pity job. I swear!” Lucy was vehement. “I would never offer you or anyone a job out of pity. I respect hard work too much for that. I just really want to work less. A lot less. And I really thought you were meant for Wyoming. You’ve got stamina, willpower and a heart of gold.” She hugged Ally tight. “So think about it, okay? Think about staying here anyway.”

  Ally squeezed Lucy tight and fought back more useless tears. “It’s ironic, how much I want to stay. How much I’ve grown to love it here.” The mountains, the trees, the silence, the inner peace it gave her…she didn’t want to lose it.

  “Then stay.”

  Ally closed her eyes. “I can’t.” Her entire life was in front of her. Surely she could do something with it, something worthwhile. “Besides, I have to go close out my apartment. The building was sold before I even came here.”

  “I know.” Lucy pulled back, looking innocent. Too innocent. “Who do you think bought it?”

  Ally laughed in disbelief. “No.”

  “Yes.”

  “But the cost… I didn’t think you had—”

  “Oh, I have the money. And before you ask, I’ve been trying to help your parents for years, but they have such pride, Ally. They’re wonderful people.”

  Ally smiled fondly. “I know.”

  “And you’re wonderful, too. I just wanted to pay you back for all you’ve ever done in the name of family loyalty.”

  “You already have.”

  “No, I could never do that, you’ve given so much. Go, honey. I know you think you have to. But I’ll make you a little hopeful wager. That you’ll be back.”

  “Don’t count on it,” Ally warned.

  “Oh, but I will. You need to go back and see how little that city really means to you. Then you’ll come back. Back where you belong.”

  “No.” Ally couldn’t. She couldn’t face seeing Chance every single day. “I’m sorry, Lucy.”

  Lucy refused to hear it. “Make it a quick trip. I’m thinking about learning how to hang-glide.”

  When Ally’s jaw dropped, Lucy hugged her again and laughed. “Just kidding.”

  Ally wasn’t so sure.

  TWO TERMINALLY LONG days later, Ally had nearly finished packing up her apartment, with a few days to spare on her lease.

  Not that that mattered now, she thought with a renewed sense of amazement at how far Lucy had gone to get her to Wyoming. Thanks to Lucy, she didn’t have to rush, and she hadn’t yet decided on another place.

  Exhausted but pleased with her progress, she sat on the floor, surrounded by a sea of boxes, all in various stages of packing.

  And she yearned for Chance.

  Outside her tiny window, cars honked, a plane buzzed by, a siren screamed…city sounds. She hadn’t slept well because of the noise, not when she’d gotten so used to the quiet and peaceful wilderness.

  She wanted that soul-fortifying silence back.

  And if she wanted a lot more than that, if she wanted warm, loving arms to hold her at night, if she wanted those arms to belong to T. J. Chance, then she could put that in the back of her mind.

  He wasn’t that type of guy. Forever wasn’t his thing.

  No matter that it had become hers.

  She hadn’t slept a wink since she’d left, not because of the stupid city noises, not out of worry of closing up her apartment, but because she missed him.

  She missed the way he saw so much joy in everything outdoors, and the way he made her see it, too. She missed his laugh, and how he made her laugh. She missed his touch. Only with him did she feel like a woman capable of bringing a man to his knees with a simple kiss. It was a power she relished, and wanted to feel again.

  But most of all, she missed the way she felt when she was with him. Alive. As if she could do anything.

  The knock at her door startled her. So did the achingly familiar male voice. “Ally.”

  It’d been days since she’d heard him, and hearing him now rendered her a trembling, yearning wreck.

  He knocked again, less politely. “Ally, open up.”

  Before she could even rise to her feet, he helped himself. In he came, larger than life, looking as if he’d just strode in from off the mountain. His hair was windblown, his bare arms and face tanned and rugged. He wore jeans and a T-