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mother had been like. But she could believe that the fact she’d died while skiing with another man had helped drive Kurt Gorenzi from his daughter’s life.
    “Why don’t I call the ski shop,” Rory said to Beau, “and if the owner’s keen, I’ll take you over tomorrow to meet her. She has one other employee. He’s college age, and he’s really nice. He actually helps my fire-dancing troupe a lot.”
    “Your what? ”
    It was Seamus who’d spoken. Rory glanced up. His green eyes were long-lashed, and his sharp, elegant features and wavy long black hair reminded her of Viggo Mortensen in The Lord of the Rings.
    “Oh, my roommates and I are fire dancers. Actually, we belly dance, too. It’s both. We call it fire fusion. Our troupe is named Caldera.”
    Seamus continued to gaze at her intently, as if he were trying to see inside her. “A woman of unusual talents. How did you get into that?”
    “In college... Well, when I was in college—” another failed enterprise “—I saw a troupe perform. And then I took some classes and I was hooked. I actually preferred belly dance and fire-dancing to school.”
    The puppy cried and Beau stood up. “I’ll take him out.”
    “Thank you, son,” his father said and forced his eyes back to his questionnaire.
    Again, Rory caught it—that hungry look, this time on Beau’s face. It was a hunger for words from his father, anything resembling attention from his father.
    “What exactly do you do with fire?” Seamus asked.
    “Poi and staff twirling. Poi are balls that are attached to tethers—cords. We swing them in patterns, making them go around each other. It’s fun. Poi comes from New Zealand, originally, and fire-dancing is practiced all over the world. The belly dance we do is called American Tribal Style, which was developed by a woman in San Francisco.”
    “Aren’t you afraid of being burned?” asked Seamus, abandoning his questionnaire entirely.
    I’m perplexed by how little attention this man is paying to his kids. What is wrong with him? Obviously, her original assessment of him as an involved father had been somewhat off the mark. She was reminded of her own father; and, consequently, she felt for the Lee children.
    “Well—I’ve been burned. It happens.” She pulled up her sleeves to display minor scars on her forearms. “We try to avoid it. And we’re extremely good at first aid. But we practice and practice and practice, repeatedly, without fire, before we ever light up.”
    Seamus tried to shift his attention away from Rory’s heart-shaped face, which struck him as elfin and mysterious. She plays with fire....
    Too much like Janine.
    But completely unlike his wife, too.
    Because he could tell that Rory wasn’t a boaster. She was clearly...just Rory. Already, he felt completely at ease in her presence.
    Beau had opened Seuss’s crate, and the puppy rushed out, wiggling all over. He jumped on Beau and the boy petted him enthusiastically.
    “Don’t do that,” Rory said before she could stop herself. Engage brain, then mouth, she reminded herself too late.
    “Why not?” Seamus asked.
    “Because soon that dog’s going to be eighty pounds or more, and you don’t want anything that size jumping on people. So don’t reward him with attention for it now.”
    Beau looked up at her, with his father’s eyes. He stopped petting the puppy and tried to hold him by his collar.
    The puppy’s lead lay on top of the crate, and Beau fastened it to his collar. They headed out the front door.
    Seamus gazed at the questionnaire. What are you hoping to get from your experience at the Sultan Mountain School?
    He bent over the coffee table and wrote, I’m doing this for my kids. I want to get them away from Telluride, from the atmosphere of entitlement there. I want them to live someplace where things are a bit different and to understand that they’re not better than other people, just luckier than most of them. Maybe I should’ve taken them to Rio de