“I can’t imagine running in a city.” Brenna scooped her hair into a ponytail. “You’d be breathing in fumes and dodging traffic.”
“Who is breathing in fumes?” A sleepy-looking Kayla walked into the gym, her gaze fixed on her phone as she scrolled through her emails. Her blond hair was bunched untidily on top of her head, and her oversize sweater slid off her shoulder. “Who decided this was a good time to exercise? It’s barbaric.”
Brenna adjusted the controls. “It’s the same time we met every day in the summer to run around the lake.”
“But it was daylight. Now it’s dark, and I hate the dark. Any chance we could start this an hour later?”
Élise glanced across at her. “What time did you start work when you were working for that fancy company in New York?”
“5:00 a.m., but I was in my own apartment at the time. Back then I worked with reasonable people. No one expected me to show up at a gym and exhaust myself physically before my day started.”
Élise lifted her eyebrows. “As if you haven’t been exhausting yourself physically all night with Jackson.”
Kayla gave a smug smile. “That’s different.”
“Isn’t that his sweater?”
“It might be.” Her phone rang, and she checked the number. “It’s Lissa in Reception. Excuse me, fellow morning masochists, I need to take this. Hi, Liss, how’s it going?” Still listening, she dropped her bag on the floor. “Wow—that’s great news. Yes, I know it’s a lot—don’t worry, I’ll handle it. Leave it to me.” She hung up, and Brenna increased her pace.
“What’s great news? What are you handling now?”
“A run of bookings!” Kayla did a pirouette. “We’ve had another twenty since last night. The snow is bringing them in like wasps to a honeypot.” She typed an email quickly. “This storm is exactly what we needed. I’m starting to think there’s a possibility we could even be full.”
Élise wiped her brow with her forearm. “And this news is enough to make you dance? I will never understand you.”
“That’s fine, because I don’t understand you, either. Or je ne comprends pas vous, as you would say.”
Élise winced. “That is not what I would say. Your French is truly terrible. I beg you, please speak only English.”
“I have to tell Jackson. God, I love my job.” Grinning, Kayla dialed, tapped her foot impatiently and then pulled a face. “His phone is switching to voice mail. Where is he?”
“Probably looking for his sweater.”
Brenna intervened. “Knowing Jackson, he’s already somewhere in the resort sorting out a problem.” She thought about the year before, when they’d all been worried that the business might go under. Jackson had been gray and exhausted with the pressure of keeping the family business going and handling sensitive family issues. “What you’ve done is an incredible achievement, Kayla. Great job.”
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?Team effort. I get them here, Élise gives them food they’ll never forget and you show them the best time on the slopes so they want to come back. We should do a staff gathering, open champagne or something. Make a fuss. Get some excitement going. It would be motivational for everyone after all the uncertainty. I’ll suggest it to Jackson.” Kayla pressed Send on her email. “I need to talk to him because if we’re full, that puts pressure on the whole resort. Not only accommodation, but ski rental, classes, snowmobile hire—all the usual stuff.”
“If you’re accommodating extra people then they need to eat!” Scowling, Élise increased the speed on the treadmill. “Which means thanks to you, I am going to be working twice as hard this Christmas. I don’t know why I even bother with this treadmill when I spend so much time running around the kitchen.”
“You love being busy.” Kayla stepped onto the machine next to her, her phone still in her other hand.
Brenna exchanged a glance with Élise, who simply raised her eyes to the ceiling and gave a Gallic shrug.
“She was born with the phone attached to her hand. Sometimes I think for Kayla, her phone is more important than her heart. It keeps the blood flowing. If she puts it down, part of her dies.”
“Put the phone away, Kayla,” Brenna said mildly, “or you’ll have a horrible accident.”
“And then blood would truly be flowing.” Élise slowed her pace and reached for her water. “And my Sean, he is very busy today already, so he will not have time to put your bones back together if they are crunched by a treadmill.”
Kayla shuddered. “That is disgusting.”
“It is his job.”
“I know what his job is. I don’t need details.”
“Sometimes I think our jobs have many similarities.” Élise put the water bottle down. “We both spend our day dealing with bones and raw meat.”