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“Marlena said you’d be ready to start filming this morning.”

“I haven’t spoken with Marlena since I saw her in Doug’s office yesterday.”

“She texted me a schedule last night. She wants all the shooting wrapped up in one week. Didn’t you get it?”

The frown line between her eyes deepened. “I have Marlena’s texts set to go straight to my junk folder. If I didn’t I’d hear from her a dozen times a day—every message marked ‘urgent.’”

Angel had spotted Nina’s dog and scampered over, tail wagging. Sky sniffed cautiously at the little dog, then wagged her tail also. Seconds later, the two were pouncing at each other and running in circles.

“Angel looks great,” Nina said.

“So does Sky.” He patted the golden.

“That’s a fancy jacket she’s wearing.”

“I guess I’ve become one of those people.”

“What people?” she asked.

“People who buy pink, monogrammed jackets for their pets.”

Nina laughed. “I have to admit, it’s not how I’ve pictured you.”

“My mom bought it. It’s a little over-the-top, but it’s a very warm jacket.”

“And so stinking cute.”

“That, too.” He grasped the straps of the backpack. “So, are you ready to film?”

“I have to work.” She looked toward an office marked Ski Patrol. “I’m going to be late for the morning meeting.”

She called to Sky, and woman and dog headed for the office. Angel followed Sky, and Liam followed Nina.

The small ski patrol office was packed, every chair or flat surface, including the floor, occupied by a person or a dog. Angel pushed her way in and settled at Nina’s feet, next to Sky. A woman with curly black hair pointed at the little dog. “Looks like we have a new volunteer.”

“Can I help you?” A bearded redhead spoke from behind a cluttered desk.

“Liam Davies.” Liam offered his hand and the two men shook. “I’m a videographer, hired to shoot footage for a new marketing campaign for SkyCrest.”

“Connor Donaldson, head of ski patrol. Marlena sent a message about that this morning.” Connor turned to Nina. “You’re off patrol duty all week.”

Nina flushed. “Why?”

“Doug’s orders. I guess he needs you for your resort ambassador duties.”

“But we’re shorthanded already,” Nina said. “Patrol is more important than any marketing campaign.”

“Not according to Doug and Marlena.” Connor’s expression softened. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll find a way to cover your shifts.”

Nina stood. “I’ll talk to Doug.”

“It won’t do any good,” Connor said. “Just take care of the filming and don’t worry about it.”

She looked around at her coworkers, who all pretended interest in their dogs or their gear or the floor. Finally, her expression stormy, she left the building, Angel, Sky and Liam trailing after.

Chapter Three

Liam caught up with Nina by a rack of skis. “Remember, this wasn’t my idea,” he said.