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  “Yeah, well. I’ll try.” She doubted she’d get another shot at it. Chance had nearly blown a gasket when he found out, and now no one would even talk to her, much less show her a good time.

  “Tell me more. Is everyone treating you right? I worry, because though I love every one of them, my staff can be…well, rather snobby when it comes to the resort, but I’m sure Chance’ll take care of you.”

  Oh yes, good old Chance. He’d take care of her. Of humiliating her, that is.

  “He has, right? Taken care of you?”

  “Why are we talking about me?” Ally asked, tossing another piece of wood to the fire. “How are you?”

  “Bah! I’m as good as it gets. Now don’t work too hard, Ally. We’ll open when we’re ready.”

  “You keep saying that, but I thought work was the whole idea.”

  “Good heavens, no!” Lucy sounded appalled. “You’re to have the time of your life, do you hear me?”

  Ally couldn’t help but smile at her vehemence. “I hear you.”

  “Maybe you’ll have such a good time, you’ll want to stay forever.”

  Ally’s amusement at the both of them quickly vanished. Slowly, she set down the poker. “Forever?”

  “You don’t have to sound so shocked.”

  “But…” She didn’t have forever. She was here because…

  Darn it.

  Being here had nothing to do with obligation or family loyalty. It had nothing to do with her old life. She no longer had an old life—well, except for the apartment that she still had to get back to in order to close up, thanks to Mrs. Snipps, landlady from hell.

  No, she was here because she’d wanted to do something purely for herself. She’d wanted to live, really live.

  Still, it was temporary. When Lucy was better, Ally would go back and figure out what exactly to do with the rest of her life.

  Forever wasn’t an option.

  “Ally? Would it be so terrible?”

  She sounded a little down, and a horrible thought occurred to Ally. “You’re not sick or anything, right? It’s just your hip and ankle—”

  “No, I’m not secretly dying and trying to prepare you, if that’s what you’re asking. I’m going to live to a ripe old age. I’d just like to do that with some family around, that’s all.”

  “But…why me? I know the family is small, but there’s my sisters and my parents—”

  “Your sisters would never enjoy it here, they’re far too spoiled for this life, though I do have hopes that’ll change one of these days.”

  “It already has,” Ally said grimly, thinking about how she’d told them just that morning, again, that they needed to work more hours to help pay for their own tuition. “They’re going to grow up, whether they like it or not.”

  “Glad to hear it. And as for your parents, delightful as they are, they’re just not interested in Wyoming, and I can’t blame them for that. Look, honey…all I’m asking is for you to think about it.”

  As if she’d be able to do anything else. But fun as this may be, Wyoming wasn’t her home.

  “Oh, and if you want to jump Chance’s bones while you’re at it, that’s fine with me, too.”

  Ally pulled the phone from her ear and stared at it in shock. “Lucy!”

  With a loud cackle, she disconnected and Ally was left staring at the receiver, Lucy’s laughter still ringing in her ears, and the words “jump Chance’s bones” echoing in her brain.

  It embarrassed her to admit just how much she’d thought about doing exactly that.

  5

  THE NEXT MORNING WAS cool and drizzly. Despite the weather, Chance decided to go ahead with the chair evacuation training he’d planned.

  It meant everyone was going to be cold and wet for the next few hours, but in his opinion, this was a good thing. If he could have, he’d have trained everyone in a full-blown blizzard in order to simulate the worst possible conditions, but he’d settle for what he could get.

  The faux evacuation was routine, performed throughout the year, and because he expected everyone on his staff to have hands-on training, all staff members participated.

  He’d long ago learned the key to his success as a manager. Make it fun. Make it an adventure. Never let on that what they were doing was work, and hard work at that.

  So he grinned in spite of the rain running down his neck, and rubbed his hands together. “Who’s up for a ten-mile run to warm up?”

  Everyone groaned.

  “Good, everyone then.”

  More groans, and he laughed. “See? Chair evacuation training is a piece of cake.”

  “We’re going to get hit by lightning,” Jo grumbled, stuffing her wild red hair beneath a beanie knit cap.

  “Nah, you’re too ornery for that.”

  “There’s a ton of paperwork to be done.”

  He flicked the tassel on her silly cap. “It’s barely raining, and there’s no lightning in sight. Besides, you hate paperwork.”

  “Oh yeah.”

  They all gathered beneath the operating ski lift, staring up at it as the rain came down.

  “I don’t hate paperwork at the moment,” Jo decided.

  Chance nudged her forward. “Guess who’s first?”

  “And to think I told Ally what a charming boss you were.”

  “I am charming.” Not that Ally would agree, which of course was how he wanted it.

  He’d dreamed about her, which had really fried him. He’d dreamed about how she would have tasted if he’d given into temptation, if he’d hauled her in his arms beneath that moonlit night and kissed them both to hot oblivion. “Let’s get cracking,” he barked, furious at himself for letting her get to him.

  “Ever thought about becoming an officer in the army?” Brian asked, huddled beneath the steel lift with the rest of the staff. “You’d be good at it.”

  “Yeah, right. Military.” That’s the life his older brothers had chosen, not him. He ran his own life, always. “And why are you here? I thought you already worked your hours for the week.”

  “I did.”

  The kid’s light cotton clothing was inappropriate for this weather, and he was already soaked to the bone, dammit. “So if you already worked,” Chance said as patiently as he could. “Why are you getting wet for no reason?”

  Brian muttered something beneath his breath and lifted a negligent shoulder.

  “Speak up, would you?”

  “He said he wants to make ski patrol.”

  Ally stepped into the clearing. She was bundled from head to toe today, which amused him. She looked…amazing, which didn’t amuse him. She wore sleek black leggings tucked into boots. Her parka was nipped in at the waist, and her hood completely covered her hair, and nearly her entire face, so that all he could see of her were her eyes. They matched the stormy sky. “Well, at least you’ve got your own jacket,” he noted.

  “I try not to make the same mistake twice in a row.” She met his gaze evenly, which surprised him. So did the dare he found glowing there. “Brian wants to be a part of this.”

  He started shaking his head before she even finished her sentence. “He’s too young for ski patrol.”

  “Yes, but the training would be good experience.”

  “Hey, I’m already experienced.” Brian straightened with a show of bravado that completely belied the uncertainty in his eyes, and the definite expectation of being rejected.

  Damn, but something twisted inside Chance at that. No kid should look like that, no matter how irritating he was. “You want in when you’re old enough, then you’re in. If you’re not in any trouble.”

  “I won’t be.”

  “Whatever you say, Slick. But you have to be able to pass the Emergency Medical Technician course and keep up on the slopes.”

  Brian had gone utterly still. “I can do that,” he said very seriously.

  Chance was sure he would, or die trying. Still, he had to admit, it was nice to see that something meant so much to the ki