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my mind,” she added with a laugh.
    Megan didn’t have time to worry about Ryan and how he might or might not be handling their breakup; she had to focus on Gage and what she was going to do with him. Or what she wanted to do with him. The thought took her off guard. Ryan may not give her those feelings, but even after just meeting Gage Mitchell, he did make her feel that way. And how she longed to feel it more. It wouldn’t be terrible if she…no! She had no business thinking like that. She had bigger problems. Much bigger.
    He’d been at the Lodge less than twenty-four hours before he’d found himself a woman willing to have a private party with him, and no doubt she’d be just as willing to talk to the tabloids and let them know exactly where Gage was and what he was doing. The last thing Megan needed was the press getting wind of their location.
    Lois wouldn’t like that at all, and she didn’t need any more reasons for Lois Grace to be unhappy with her. Lord knows the mess she’d made of her social life was doing a good enough job with that.
    Thankfully, Megan reached the main lodge before she could drive herself crazy with the idea that her breakup with Ryan had anything to do with her own exile to the mountains. She had more important things to worry about. Like keeping Gage busy. But first, she thought as she spotted a familiar blond—now dressed in what looked like a uniform—across the room, she had a more pressing issue to deal with.
    Megan crossed the room quickly before the girl spotted her. She had no idea if she’d remember Megan or not—she’d been pretty liquored as well—but when Megan was done, she wouldn’t forget her. The last thing Megan needed was some girl trying to screw things up for her, and Gage, of course.
    “Excuse me,” Megan said, trying for civil. She resisted the urge to reach out and flick the woman in the head and instead tapped her on the shoulder. “Lisa, is it?”
    The blond turned around, with a smug smirk on her face. Oh, she remembered Megan all right. “It is,” Lisa said. “And I didn’t catch your name last night.”
    “I didn’t give it,” Megan said. She put her hands on her hips. “My name is Megan Powers and I’m—“
    “Well, Megan,” she emphasized the name and squared her shoulders. “I don’t appreciate the way you crashed the party last night. I know full well he’s not seeing anyone. I haven’t read anything about it.”
    Perfect, Megan thought. She was a tabloid reader. Megan tried not to sigh. “I don’t really care if you appreciate it or not, but my client did. And frankly, that’s my only concern right now. So it would be in your best interest if you stay away from him for the rest of his visit.”
    “Your client?” Lisa’s smirk grew into a full smile. “Well, that’s interesting.”
    “I guess you missed that part last night,” Megan said. “But yes, Mr. Mitchell is my client and it’s my job to make sure he only spends time with the right influences.” Megan was losing interest in the conversation, and she was far too busy to spend her day arguing with a fame monger. “Look, Lisa.” She switched tactics. “You seem like a smart girl, and I have to think you wouldn’t want to jeopardize your job just on the remote chance that you’ll be another notch on some celebrity’s bedpost. Because you and I both know that Gage Mitchell isn’t the settling down type. So if you have any illusions of whatever it is between the two of you being anything more than one night that ends in a hangover and a bucket full of remorse for what you did and can’t really remember in the morning, think again. Because that isn’t going to happen.”
    Lisa’s mouth dropped open before she caught herself. She opened and closed it again before finally speaking. “I don’t know what you think—“
    “Is there a problem here?” Carmen, the same woman who’d checked her in to the Lodge the day before, stepped between them. She turned