“If the mountain won’t go to Mohammed,” Worth says as he saunters toward us.

“Then the New Yorkers have to come to the mountains,” Fisher finishes.

Fisher gets to me first and pulls me into a hug. I still can’t believe what I’m seeing.

“What are you guys doing here?”

“Heard this place was banging,” Fisher says, glancing around at the timber-clad walls and stone floors. “Had to come check it out for ourselves.”

Jack offers me an effusive handshake and back slap, always the most formal of our group.

“Fuck,” I say. “It’s going to be a tight squeeze in the cabin tonight.” I glance over at Rosey. She’ll probably need to stay too. I’m not sure if her place has dried out, and I’m not sure I care either way—I just want her near me. “This is Rosey, by the way.”

Each of my friends greets Rosey with a handshake.

“Known Byron for long?” Fisher asks.

“I only got to town a couple of weeks ago,” Rosey says. “Are you local?”

The four of us laugh. “These guys are from New York,” I say. “We’ve been friends a long time.”

“And we miss Byron,” Worth says, ruffling my hair like a sitcom dad. “So we thought we’d drop by. Anyway, we want to see what’s been keeping our friend in Colorado so long.” He shoots me a look that asks, Does Rosey have something to do with it? “This Club better be good.”

“It’s beautiful,” Rosey says. “Billionaire beautiful.”

The guys laugh, we order drinks, and no one asks who Rosey is to me. Instead, the guys sweep her up in conversation, asking her where she’s from and whether she’s enjoying Star Falls.

“Valley Park is beautiful,” Jack says. “Even before we left the RVs, there were so many stars out. I swear we can see fucking Saturn from where we are.”

“Did you say RVs in Valley Park?” Rosey asks. “Like… the three million-dollar RVs that arrived today? That’s where you’re staying?”

“We couldn’t get a bloody room anywhere,” Fisher says. “Worth got us an RV each.”

Rosey dissolves into giggles. “This is perfect,” she says through her laugh. “I bet it takes all of five minutes before someone wanders over and accuses you of being from the FBI.”

“Am I missing something?” Jack asks.

“The whole town has been talking about the RVs,” I explain. “No one understood why they were there or who they belonged to. It makes sense now.”

“Donna said she knocked on your doors earlier. You didn’t hear her?”

“We only got here. Dumped our stuff in the RVs and came right over. It was the only place where there were lights. None of us could get a phone signal. I asked a guy where you were living and they told us we’d find you here.”