Mike has a ladder, which he moves around to the side of the house. He holds it while Beth goes up. I hang back on the porch, scanning the area for Athena while I wait for the verdict.

“It’s stopped dripping inside,” I say. “I bought a dehumidifier since the ceiling’s still a bit damp.”

“Mike, you’re going to have to come up here,” Beth says. “Rosey, has someone been up here today?”

“Up on the roof? I don’t think so. I’ve been working all day, so I haven’t been here, but who would have been up there?”

“Maybe the damage just isn’t visible,” Mike says, climbing the ladder.

“No, someone’s put a membrane up here and sealed it. Look.”

Both of them move out of sight, but the sound of their voices suggest they’re happy with what they find. Maybe I’ll be able to sleep back in my bedroom before I have to abandon this place for staff housing.

I hear a cell going off and Mike answers. “Yeah, we’re just here. Ohhh, that’s real good of you. I appreciate that. Can we pay—” He listens to whoever is on the end of the phone. “Yeah, we have buckets all through our house at the moment. We really need a new roof. Maybe we’ll get to it this year. Okay then. I might swing by with a pie for you later. Thanks, Byron.”

My heart skips in my chest at the mention of Byron’s name.

Mike and Beth descend from the roof, all smiles. “Your neighbor there sent some of his men down from the Club to fix the roof.”

“Byron?” I ask.

“Said he had a few construction guys who weren’t busy, so he directed them to fix the roof of the cabin,” Mike says.

Byron’s trying to launch the Colorado Club on time. I can’t imagine his construction team has a bunch of free time, especially after the storm. I wonder if Byron just saved Mike and Beth, or me. In reality, he saved all of us. Though I’m grateful, worry pulls in my chest. I don’t want a man who feels like it’s his job to save me.

Beth grins. “I told you. He was always the nicest guy in high school.”

“I don’t remember him,” Mike says. “He’s been away a long time.”

“You went to high school with him?” I ask Beth.

“A thousand years ago,” she says on a smile. “He had a rough time of it by all accounts, but you’d never know it. Nothing ever seemed to ruffle his feathers. He was always the sweetest.”

“Well, he’s saved us a few days’ work here,” Mike says. “And a bunch of money.”