Free Free Fall by Jill Shalvis

outside a lot, and on the slopes she loved so much. But much of that time was spent with one ear cocked on the radio, patrolling or fielding calls from her sisters. No just-Lily time.
    Her sisters didn’t seem to need that.
    Yet another example of how she must be an alien baby that her parents had found on their porch one morning twenty-five years ago.
    When her stomach growled, it was a reason to wander through the cafeteria. Again, she wondered what Logan was doing. Was he wandering the unique shops and galleries in town? Out with someone he’d met today on the slopes? He’d have had no trouble meeting a woman interested in him. Hell, any woman with a pulse would be interested in him. That gorgeous face and even more magnificent body, topped with an intriguingly sharp mind and wit, not to mention the way he kissed—
    Her walkie-talkie rang out and she wished it could be Danny with an emergency on the slopes that she could go help with. Pitiful, wishing for an emergency just to get out, but since the slopes were closed for the day, the odds weren’t good.
    â€œI’m going to be thirty minutes late for my shift,” Matt said in a rush.
    â€œBut your shift starts—” she glanced down at her watch “—now.”
    â€œI know. Sorry. Can you cover me?”
    â€œYeah, yeah.” She clicked off and headed toward the bar. She knew Matt was currently working two jobs to pay for a surprise for Sara—his wife and Lily’s sister—an addition to their small log-cabin house on the hill above town. He and Sara loved the location, but the house only had one bedroom and bath, and with Sara seven and a half months pregnant and grumpy to boot, they had definitely outgrown their starter home.
    Lily’s sister had no idea why Matt had been putting in such brutal hours, but the surprise would definitely make her easier to live with, and Lily was looking forward to that phenomenon greatly.
    They had a live band in the bar tonight, playing eighties covers and rocking the house. The small crowd was mostly dressed in the winter gear she fondly referred to as “Sierra Casual,” meaning jeans and fleece—except Debbie, who was dressed to the nines. There was a comfortable air about the place she’d purposely cultivated. People felt at home here, and because they did, the bar was a steady and important source of income for the resort.
    As she took Matt’s shift serving the guests, she kept one eye on the door, watching new arrivals, hoping for only one.
    Didn’t happen.
    No biggie, she told herself. She’d been disappointed before, many times. At least tonight she wore jeans and a sweater and wasn’t cold, wet and hungry. Unfortunately her knee was killing her, and so was her neck, both compliments of the other day’scrash. Her shoulders hurt, too, and she thought maybe she’d make a hot-tub stop later before heading off to bed.
    â€œLily.”
    She turned from the margaritas she was mixing and faced Sara. Unlike Gwyneth, Sara did not resent Lily for inheriting the whole family pie. And unlike Gwyneth, she actually liked peace in the family, meaning she was often the one running back and forth soothing the feathers that Lily and Gwyneth ruffled without even trying. But she’d given up most of the family meddling and soothing to do her own, with Matt.
    Matt was a happy-go-lucky kind of guy who enjoyed people, meaning he was perfectly suited for bartending at Bay Moon. That the hapless cutie had snagged the beautiful but high-maintenance Sara still had heads shaking in bafflement all around town, but fact was fact, and he really did love her. More shocking, she loved him back, ridiculously. He always put a smile on her face and softened her edges, which made Matt an absolute hero in Lily’s eyes.
    â€œI need to talk to you,” Sara said. “It’s bad.”
    Oh, boy. Lily racked her brain and could think of nothing she’d