Life Rewired (Aspen Friends, Book 3) by Lynn Galli

to get heavy. How did Molly manage this with so much ease every day? Not only that, she was now carrying Tessa’s backpack as well. I didn’t know what the tiny blonde was thinking, showing up with a backpack the size of a small bear, but she’d hauled it up the mountain okay. It was the last part of the downhill trek where she’d run out of steam.
    “How long are you in town?” one of Molly’s tourists asked Joanna.
    Brandy snickered beside me. Molly hadn’t told us to lie to the people taking her tour, but Joanna and Brandy seemed to relish playing someone they weren’t. They’d made up some story about getting in one last spring ski run before jetting off to their homes in the Riviera. Honestly. The Riviera. And neither of them had accents.
    When Molly called at lunch to see if I wanted to round out her small tour group this evening, I jumped at the offer. Curtis and Luis bummed invitations when they heard me talking to Molly. As casual as she was with allowing them to join in, I was still surprised to see Joanna, Brandy, Tessa, and Dwight loading into the van when we arrived at the shop. Molly’s friends outnumbered the tour group seven to three.
    I packed a few water bottles and the first aid kit into my backpack to help ease Molly’s usual load. She said no one ever brought enough water, and she was required to bring a pretty involved first aid kit every time. At only half her normal load, my backpack with the snacks and extra sweatshirt I’d packed weighed almost as much as my new toolbox. It prompted a more thorough perusal of her figure. Her calves and thighs were well defined and her ass was a thing of beauty, both for its musculature and shape. I had no doubt under the polo she had a powerful back and visible abs. When she’d hefted Tessa’s backpack onto one shoulder, I had a moment’s pause, wondering why I’d never gone for a woman with her build before.
    “Just the week,” Joanna was telling the flirtatious woman. Her hand with its outrageously colored manicure gripped the woman’s forearm as if she needed help walking down the trail. “How about you? If you’re staying the night, we should grab a drink. I know all the local hotspots that tour books don’t tell you about.”
    Considering the woman had started her flirtatious ways with Luis, I wouldn’t have guessed she’d be interested. But apparently, Joanna and Brandy didn’t let a thing like sexual preference bother them.
    Brandy didn’t try to hide her amused snort this time. The dark red manicure on her nails didn’t match her skimpy halter top or tiny shorts, but it was starting to resemble the color of her skin at the base of her neck and tops of her thighs where the breeze attacked. Even in May, the evening air could grow chilly. She had to know that being a local, but she’d forsaken warmth for sex appeal. That had never been my thing. Sure, I was in shorts, but they were much longer and I was in layers on top with a backup sweatshirt. Of course, I wasn’t trying to seduce one of Molly’s tourists. Or one of her friends.
    Her painted fingernails rubbed down my arm. “Looks like Jo’s going to be busy tonight. I’ll have the apartment all to myself. Want to keep me company?”
    Molly’s head turned to cut a look at Brandy and me. Her lips pursed, holding back a smile. I joined in her amusement. This was the third time Brandy tried to sound casual in her invitations for sex with me. Joanna offered twice before I’d even gotten into the van tonight.
    I gave Brandy another once over. Her blond hair was twisted into some fancy style that kept it off her face and neck. Before getting involved with my ex-girlfriend, I would have gone for her in a second. Boulder was big enough for casual hookups. Aspen really wasn’t without making sure the casual nature of the relationship was reciprocal. I knew Brandy wanted casual, and it was tempting, but I trusted Molly’s judgment more than I wanted casual sex with a beautiful woman