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city work he did? A building inspector? Crazy. No contactor I’d ever worked with would spend two extra minutes with a city inspector.
    “I would, but somebody keeps hogging the best contractor in town.” Dwight shot blazing eyes at Vivian.
    Everyone turned to look at her. She smiled smugly and wrapped her arms around Natalie. “Damn right I am.”
    “Please tell me I didn’t look that sickening when Glory and I were getting together,” Lena joked.
    “Worse,” Spencer retorted, getting a laugh. “She used to conveniently need to walk her dogs every night just as Glory was sitting out on her porch.”
    “Dogs need routine,” Lena huffed, looking irked that Spencer had seen through her ruse.
    Amusing group. No wonder Natalie hadn’t bothered to move back to Boulder when her boss decided to expand to Aspen for a housing development project.
    I frowned. That was about the time I met the guy who convinced me that breaking into homes would be a good way to add excitement and riches to my life. Before that, Natalie and our other friends kept my outlook and attitude in check.
    “Eh-hmm, eyes back to me,” Dwight kidded again. “So, Nat? Got time for a bid to save your good buddy’s stellar behind?” He lifted to one side and showcased an admittedly nice butt.
    She shook her head. “I’m watching every inch of Viv’s home go up.”
    “Our home,” Vivian inserted and kissed Natalie on the cheek.
    “But you’ve got more people and a wonderful, talented electrician who can do my little job with her eyes closed. Surely you can find time to loan some of them to me?” He clasped his hands and pleaded with her.
    She smiled as Vivian sighed. “If Falyn doesn’t mind being tossed onto another site.”
    My eyes widened. No boss had ever asked if I cared where I was working each day. “I go where you tell me.”
    “Wonderful. It’s settled then.” Dwight clapped his hands before Natalie could say one way or another.
    “You’re in line behind me,” Lena spoke up.
    “What? No.” Dwight looked at Natalie for confirmation.
    “It’s for the drama club,” Lena told him.
    “Oh, well, okay then. Everyone needs a good drama club.”
    “You’re your own drama club,” Molly muttered.
    He looked both affronted and amused and about to start a verbal war that I knew I wouldn’t be able to follow, so I asked, “What are we looking at?”
    Molly pointed toward the mountain with skiers swishing their way down the slopes still abundant with snow. Very few traces of snow were left anywhere else. It was as if the mountain took it all from the rest of the town. “That’s Snowmass.” Her hand darted to the base of the mountain. “That’s the Village.”
    “Good skiing for intermediates. How good are you?” James asked, assuming anyone who moved to Aspen would ski.
    “Haven’t been in a while.” A long while, and given how inflated most prices had gotten, I doubted I’d be able to afford it if I stayed through the winter.
    “You’re welcome to join us on the bunny slopes with my nephews this winter,” Vivian offered with a smile.
    The statement warmed my heart. My boss’s girlfriend wanted me to stay on past completion of the project I’d been hired for. This past week had been the best I’d experienced in eight years. Hell, probably fifteen since the years before prison weren’t outright enjoyable either. It would be incredible to stay on Natalie’s crew among these warm friends and engaging outdoor activities.
     
     
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    The house party was more of a rave than a party. When Brandy and Joanna came by the site to invite Vivian, Natalie, and me, I thought it might be a gathering of a few people, some bites of food, and a variety of wine. Instead, I walked into a raging mass of bodies, loud music, kegs, and flailing limbs on a makeshift dance floor.
    “You made it.” Brandy appeared at my side. “Come dance with me.”
    “Let her breathe first, B.” Joanna took up my other side. “Grab a beer and