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wouldn’t have a job if I were.”
    “There’s no one crazy enough to do that job but you, Mol,” Dwight called out from the back of the herd.
    “You deal with rich d-bags who remodel their homes every year like they’re playing in a dollhouse and you think I’ve got the crazy job?”
    “Your rich d-bags ask you to ski them off a cliff in the winter,” Kelsey piped up.
    “My rich d-bags give you great tips, Kelsey. You should be on my side.”
    Her giggle turned into a groan. “Can we stop, please?”
    “Mol’s showing off,” Dwight teased loud enough for everyone to hear.
    “Shut it!” Molly barked but didn’t seem truly bothered. She slowed her pace to a stop, so we could step off and take a look at the view.
    “Got her.” Lena nudged Dwight’s shoulder as they chortled together.
    Molly just shook her head, exasperated. “You want to stay sane in this town?” She drew a questioning brow at me. “Don’t hang out with him.” Her thumb jerked over her shoulder at Dwight.
    “I’m your best friend,” Dwight teased.
    “You’re my best pain,” Molly teased back.
    “Kids.” Vivian stepped between them. “We’re trying to make Falyn want to stay, not give her a reason to leave.”
    “Please,” Natalie agreed. “She’s only been here a week. She hasn’t had to put up with any rich d-bags yet.”
    James, who was either Vivian or Dwight’s friend, piped up, “I’m a rich d-bag.”
    “You’re a city worker,” his friend Spencer pointed out. That was how he’d introduced himself to me when I met him coming out of the house next to mine. Curtis later told me Spencer was actually the mayor.
    “What’s your story, Falyn?” Kelsey asked as we all took seats on an overhanging rock that looked out at one of the ski areas.
    I felt my heart rate kick up. I never liked this question before I went to prison. Hated it after.
    “We worked together back in Boulder,” Natalie supplied for me, probably recognizing the panicked look on my face. “She was the only other woman on the crew. Remember that one guy?” She looked at me before continuing. “We had this foreman who spent half the workday taking bets on the stupidest things.”
    “Yeah, like how many times the klutz on the crew would drop his drill before morning break,” I inserted, relieved that Natalie was giving me a “story” without giving the story.
    “And the rest of the day smoking, drinking spiked coffee, and flirting with the lunch truck lady.”
    “No one flirts with me,” Kelsey pouted as everyone laughed.
    “Every man that takes one of our tours flirts with her when she drops off their catered lunches,” Molly supplied for me. Both she and Natalie were helping to keep me from feeling lost in this tightknit group. It was a sweet gesture from a woman who didn’t know me but must have felt obligated because she’d cobbled the group together.
    “Every man in town flirts with her,” Lena added.
    My eyes roamed over Kelsey again. She was cute enough, but it was the big boobs that must prompt the excessive flirting.
    “Exaggeration,” Kelsey groaned.
    “Ha! The last time you catered my client’s post-reno housewarming party, you got two marriage proposals.” Dwight slung an arm around her shoulders and squeezed until they were both laughing. He seemed to have that effect on everyone. “By the way, Natalie, darling, sweetie, lovely woman—”
    “Uh-oh, I know that tone,” Molly said. “Make a break for it while you can, Nat.”
    “Don’t,” Kelsey moaned and rubbed her thighs. “I can’t move yet.”
    “As I was saying,” Dwight sighed dramatically, making everyone smile. “Would you have time to stop by my project for a teensy, tiny, little job?”
    “How is that a ‘by the way?’ And you never do little jobs,” Vivian teased.
    “We failed our last inspection. I’m desperate.”
    Everyone turned to James. “Don’t blame me for Burt’s incompetence. Time to get a new contractor.”
    That was the