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belonged on a cowboy romance novel cover? Check. Slight beard scruff that might feel quite pleasant chafing against certain spots on my body? Check. I smiled, mostly out of nervousness, and he beamed back. His smile was almost blindingly white, set against tan skin that hadn’t faded since the summer.
    Charlie followed my line of sight to the front desk and frowned, as if he could hear my checklist of sexual objectification in his head. I had to learn to be more subtle about these things. But, since Charlie didn’t seem interested, the front desk cowboy might just fit the bill for a pleasant weekend distraction.
    I unbuttoned my heavy coat, which just happened to give him a generous view of my cleavage. Darrell-related self-esteem issues aside, there was no denying I had a nice rack. The cowboy—whose name tag read PARK RANGER LUKE HOLMES —let his smile ratchet up a notch.
    If Gina so much as simpered at him, I was going to shave her head.
    But Luke’s face immediately fell. Apparently, I’d overestimated the power of my cleavage. That was disappointing.
    â€œOh, no, are you the KCT party?” he asked.
    â€œUh, yes,” Sadie said. “We have a reservation and confirmation numbers. I just spoke to your manager yesterday and she assured me everything was ready.”
    â€œDid you not get my messages?” Luke asked, glancing down at some papers on his desk. “I called a Kelsey Wade twice in the last two hours to cancel.”
    Oh, no. I’d given the lodge my cell phone as the “in case of emergency” number. My cell phone, which had been set to silent. My cell phone, with the two missed calls I’d ignored.
    Damn it.
    â€œCancel? You can’t cancel. We have a confirmation number!” Sadie exclaimed, pointing to the paperwork in her special retreat binder.
    His tone was sincerely apologetic. “We don’t have a choice. I was calling to let you know we received an emergency shutdown notice from the state parks department. The weather is supposed to get really ugly in the next twenty-four hours. We don’t want to risk guests or employees being injured on the drive to the property. You were the only large party we had booked this weekend, anyway. I managed to contact all the other guests and warn them to save them a dangerous drive.”
    â€œThe weather is always supposed to get ugly, but it never actually happens,” Sadie retorted.
    â€œI’m sorry, ma’am. It wasn’t my call.”
    â€œSadie, it’s my fault,” I told her. “I had my ringer turned off. I didn’t get the messages.”
    Ignored the messages . . . “didn’t get” the messages. That was the same thing, right?
    â€œNo, Kelsey, he should have tried my phone, too. Because I gave it as a backup.” Sadie pulled out her cell phone. “And that wouldn’t have worked because my phone is dead. I worked the battery overtime making last-minute calls this morning.” She shot the clerk an apologetic look and sighed, more resigned to the obliteration of her plans than I would have thought possible. “Okay, so we’re supposed to just turn around and drive back home?”
    Josh cleared his throat. “Uh, Sadie, I didn’t want to tell you this, but I was struggling to keep the van straight for the last hour or so. The roads are icing over pretty badly right now. It would be too dangerous for us to try to drive home.”
    This news actually made Luke’s face brighten, and he began typing into his computer.
    â€œBelieve it or not, that’s good news. Now that you’re here and you have declared that you feel unsafe leaving, I am required to offer you emergency accommodations,” he said in a very official-sounding tone. He winked at me. “I have to say it that way or it doesn’t count. I’m the only staffer here, so it won’t be quite the same level of service, but I can keep you