Page 17 of The Holiday Stand-In

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He lies there, staring at me, and yeah, I’m nervous.

“Are you feeling better?” Let’s keep this conversation moving.

“Not really.”

“You obviously changed elevation too much too fast. Where did you come from?”

“Thailand. Just landed this morning.”

“Wow, yeah. That’s a big difference. I think Telluride is almost 9,000 feet.”

“I rode the ski lift higher up the mountain a few hours ago. That’s when I really started to feel sick.”

“That was dumb.”

The corner of his mouth lifts. “Probably.”

“For a minute, I thought I would have to take you to the ER.”

“Nah, I’m tough.”

Yes, you are.If muscles are any indicator.

His hand goes to his head, rubbing the side. “So, Summer, where are you from?”

“We don’t have to talk. You can just rest.”

“We should probably talk. Usually, I get to know womenbeforeI kiss them.”

“I thought you said you didn’t remember the kiss.”

“I don’t.” His smile is playful, leaving me unsure if I can believe him. “So, where are you from?”

I decide to answer because it’s not helpful to keep talking about the kiss. “From here…Telluride. What about you?” I’m acting normal. This is a normal conversation. “Where are you from?”

His grin is instant. “Phoenix.”

“Right. You’re Justin’s brother.” I drag out my laugh. “You’d obviously be from the same place as him.”

“Unless we were the kind of twins that were separated at birth, and this is the first time we’ve met each other.”

My lips lift. “But you’re not.”

“Nope.”

I stare at him for a beat longer, waiting for him to say something else, but he doesn’t. So I drop my eyes back to my hands.

“Justin said you do stuff with property management.”

Knowing Justin has mentioned me to Caleb makes me sit a little taller. “Yeah, my company is the largest in the area. We manage eighty percent of the properties around here.”

“Impressive.”

“It’s notmycompany. I don’t know why I said it like that. I’m just a regular employee. Well, notregularregular. I manage a hundred and twenty-five properties on my own.”

Why do I sound like I’m reading off my resume?

Caleb’s smile pulls wider. “Still impressive.”