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out. It took a minute for Blake to
realize that Dave was joking, and when he had, they’d become fast
friends. Dave Tuft was a master. Truly gifted. He could catch more
air, perform masterful flips, and twist in ways that Blake still
couldn’t replicate. Dave knew it, too, and at times that confidence
made him reckless. He’d broken his fair share of bones.
    A helicopter flew in low overhead. This
can’t be good. Blake watched it descend toward the Little
Hellion run. The snowmobile came down the mountain and pulled onto
the crest where Blake stood.
    “We’re closing the slopes. Take your last
run.” It was the same rescue team member that Blake had seen at the
bottom of the hill.
    “That was fast. Bad one, huh?” he asked.
    The man took off his goggles and looked at
Blake with serious, dark eyes. “Nothing we could do. The guy didn’t
make it.”
    Blake had a sinking feeling in his
stomach.
    “Near as we can tell, the guy must've
misjudged his direction. Landed in the trees along the edge of the
first cliff. Broken neck on impact.”
    The hair on the back of Blake’s neck stood on
end. “Jesus. Was he tagged for the mountain?”
    “Yeah, he was tagged. Guy was wearing
Arc’teryx and Völkl. He wasn’t a novice.”
    The world spun around him. Blake’s body went
numb. “Yellow goggles?”
    “You’ve seen him before?”
    Dave .

Chapter Five
    Danica sat in front of her television set in
her favorite baggy, blue sweatpants and T-shirt, reviewing Belinda
Trenton’s file. A typical Saturday night for Danica. Danica knew
Belinda’s story all too well. Daddy didn’t pay enough attention to
her. She reached out for sex, hoping for love, and couldn’t figure
out why she was treated poorly. She had to make sure she wasn’t
missing anything from their earlier sessions. She could help this
girl; there was no doubt about it. It’s what she did best—helping
pull the insecure and needy up by their bootstraps and start anew,
with some semblance of confidence and willpower.
    When her cell phone rang, she set the file
down on her perfectly organized coffee table and glanced at the
time.
    “Hi, Kay.”
    “What’s up, sis?” Her younger sister, Kaylie,
was far too chipper for eleven o’clock at night. “Wait. Don’t tell
me. You’re sitting in your living room poring over client files to
figure out how you can help some poor sap who can’t get it up.”
    “I wish it were that easy,” she answered,
thinking of Belinda. “Viagra works wonders. Unfortunately, it’s not
what this client needs.” Danica laughed. Her younger sister knew
how to get her head out of the office.
    “Yeah, you’re tellin’ me?” Kaylie
laughed.
    Danica rolled her eyes. She’d long ago
stopped trying to help Kaylie figure out that she didn’t need to
sleep with any man who happened to strike her fancy. “Are you
drunk?”
    “Let’s just say I’m not exactly sober.
Camille and the girls are here. Can you meet us?”
    Danica and Kaylie had grown up on the same
block as Camille Rochester, who was getting married to Jeffrey
Danber in a few short weeks. They had been inseparable as kids, but
now Danica was a twenty-nine-year-old therapist, working from sunup
to sundown; Camille, a year younger, was wrapped up in being a
bride-to-be; and Kaylie was a twenty-seven-year-old singer who
lived life like a pseudo rock star.
    “It’s late, and I’m comfy. Can’t Camille take
care of you?”
    Kaylie sighed. “You know Camille. She’s spent
the last twenty years planning her wedding. It’s finally her time
to shine, and I’m so sick of talking about her wedding, I could
puke. So suck it up, put on something with a little cleavage, and
meet me in twenty minutes. Please?”
    “Cleavage?”
    Kaylie laughed. “Yeah. You know those things
that sit on your chest? Let them show a little. Jesus, Danica, it’s
like you hole yourself up in your office and condo so often, you
don’t even know how to live anymore.”
    Danica surveyed her