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that.”
    But actually, she might have. To be as much bite as bark required a certain resolve that she’d lacked. Janine had been a great skier, a hard-riding cyclist, a distance runner, a strong ice-climber and, above all, a fantastic talker. She had talked big. It was the one quality that had come to define her and that Seamus had eventually found most annoying.
    Seamus went inside the Sultan Mountain School to see if Kurt was around. Lauren accompanied him, leaving Beau, Caleb and Belle outside with Seuss.
    As they stepped into the lobby of the Victorian building, Seamus spotted Kurt, talking to two men in mountaineering clothes and showing them something on a topographical map on one wall. Seamus saw that the map was composed of many geological survey maps joined together.
    “You don’t want to go that way,” Kurt was saying. “Too much avalanche danger. I’d recommend taking the V-Dot Road....”
    Lauren said, “There’s not going to be anything to do here.”
    “You’re going to have plenty to do.”
    “I don’t want to spend three months snowshoeing.”
    “Somehow, I don’t think that’s what Ms. Gorenzi has in store for you.”
    “Is she going to be our teacher?” Lauren seemed suspicious. Of what, Seamus couldn’t be sure, until his oldest daughter added,
acidly, “Or our new nanny.”
    “Seamus.” Kurt had spotted them. Tall, gray-haired, unpolished, he joined Seamus and held out his hand. “Roads clear?”
    “Not bad. Snow-packed on the pass. The usual. You’ve met my daughter, Lauren.”
    “I think she was a few heads shorter back then. Nice to see you.” Kurt shook Lauren’s hand. “Where are you in school?”
    Very politic, Seamus observed, as Kurt knew Lauren’s age.
    “Still in high school,” she said, taking the implied compliment—that she was perhaps a college student—in stride.
    “In the Sultan Mountain School, no less.” Seamus smiled at his friend, now recognizing traces of Rory in Kurt’s features. “We met your daughter.”
    “Where is she?”
    Any disapproval was well-concealed, yet Seamus wondered if it was there, nonetheless. Father-daughter tensions? Kurt had high standards—for himself and others.
    “She went to feed her snake,” Lauren said.
    “Her roommate’s,” Seamus corrected, as if it were important.
    “Ah.” Kurt made no further comment.
    “And she’s coming back to take us to the house.”
    The front door swung open, and Rory came in, curls flying loose from her ponytail, expression mildly agitated. “Hi. Ready to go?” she asked without preamble.
    Seamus wondered if Rory was trying to avoid her father’s notice for some reason.
    Kurt seemed to sense it, too. “Everything all right?” he asked mildly.
    “Yes.” A tight smile. “And here?”
    Kurt nodded.
    The phone rang, and a young man behind the hotel’s old reception counter picked it up. “Sultan Mountain School,” he said. Then, “She’s here. Rory, it’s for you. It’s Desert.”
    Irritated, Rory walked to the phone and said, “Hello?”
    “When are you going to be able to practice? We’re planning to do our new combo with the staffs on Friday, and we still don’t have it right.”
    “I’m at work now, Desert.”
    “This is a responsibility, too.”
    Rory taught belly dance and fire-dancing at workshops approximately once a month and gave two students weekly private lessons. The troupe was a commitment she’d made, but it wasn’t a job. “I can’t talk now. I’ll see you later.”
    “Well...okay.”
    Kurt turned away from Seamus Lee and his family, saying, “Let me know if you need anything.”

CHAPTER TWO
    T HEY SAT IN the living room of the Empire Street house. That is, Lauren sat at the dining room table filling out a questionnaire regarding her personal goals in connection to the Sultan Mountain School, while Seamus did the same at the coffee table. Caleb was already off with a group of kids his own age at a snowboarding class, and Belle was in the next