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He releases me, and I have to stop myself from pouting. “Do you want a tour?”

I throw my arms out to the side and twirl around. “I think I can see everything from here.”

“There’s a great view of the mountains from the loft.”

I indicate the window in front of us. “There’s a great view from where I’m standing.” Which makes me wonder. “Do you own this land?”

“Nope. Owning land makes it hard to relocate.”

Makes sense. “Why did you choose Winter Falls? Have you been here before?”

“Do you want to continue to hash out our pasts or do you want to learn how soft my bed is?”

Learn how soft his bed is. Obviously. But I need one thing to be crystal clear first. “You’re not staying in Winter Falls?”

“I’m not planning on it.”

In that case, I whip off my shirt. “Bet you can’t catch me.”

He can. Totally worth it.

Chapter 4

Sage – a police dispatcher who thinks gossiping around town is part of the job description

Istare at the old-fashioned sign in the window for another second before I grasp the door handle and enter the bar.Electric Vibesin Winter Falls is unlike any bar I’ve ever been in before. Probably because I’m thirty-three and didn’t grow up during the hippie generation. Because this bar screams HIPPIE.

Musical posters from folk singers? Check! Walls covered in peace signs and daisies? Double check! Colored lights on the walls and ceilings? Check! At least, with none of the chairs in the place matching, there’s no need to worry about the cost of replacing them after a bar fight. Although, I can’t imagine a bar fight happening in the peace-loving Winter Falls.

“It’s about time,” Lennon says when I enter the bar.

Lennon ownsElectric Vibes.He also believes he’s the reincarnation of John Lennon. Never mind he was born before Lennon was shot down in the street in New York City.

“About time?”

“Took you long enough.”

“Have you been hitting the wacky tobacky too hard lately?”

“Nope. Hitting it just about right I’d say.”

I love a crazy convo as much as the next person, but he’s seriously confusing me. “What are you talking about?”

He indicates the window. “I put the help wanted sign out the last time you were in here with your sisters.”

I know. I saw it. It’s why I’m here.

“Do you still need help or not?”

“I need more than help. I need you.”

I smirk and do a curtsy. “At your service.”

“Come on, crazy girl.” He motions toward the back hallway. “We’ve got things to discuss.”

When he opens the door to his office, my eyebrows nearly fly off my forehead. I’ve seen some messy offices in my time, but this one wins ‘messiest office of the century’ hands down. I glance down at the floor – or, rather, what I can glimpse of the floor – and wonder if I need a hazmat suit.

“Do you want to hire me to organize your office?”


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