I can’t get Rosey out of my head. I don’t even know her last name and I’m playing through all our interactions from last night—not that there’s much to replay. Just the way she looked in my jacket. The way her hand felt when I gave her the key to the cabin next door. That goddamn smile.

The Colorado Club needs to recruit thirty members of staff by the end of the week or we won’t be able to complete training before the grand opening. I’m sitting opposite the glass windows that look out onto the Colorado Rockies, but I barely see the looming mountains. All I can think about is the woman in the ripped wedding dress, who rolled into town without a bed for the night.

When I left this morning, all the lights were off in her cabin. She was either still asleep or she’d already left. Maybe she went back to wherever she came from, and decided to give her fiancé another chance.

Or maybe not.

“We’ve had a couple more applications today but I’m hoping that’s going to increase,” Hart says. “We’ve got four people in town handing out flyers, and as of thirty minutes ago, the shuttle bus between the Club and the town will run every thirty minutes.”

“People need to know that the place is easy to get to if their car breaks down or they don’t have access to transportation,” Janet, the head of my HR department, says. “And it’s good for our sustainability charter too.” I brought Janet in from New York, and it’s clear that’s where she’d rather be. She doesn’t get the culture here in Star Falls. It’s understandable. If last night at Grizzly’s taught me anything, it’s that I’d forgotten how much this town is a law unto itself. I’ve sunk a lot of money into the Colorado Club, but that doesn’t make me the king around here.

“Thanks for the update. Janet, you and I need five minutes,” I say, effectively dismissing Hart.

We’re in one of the lounges, but because the Club isn’t open yet, we’re the only ones here. I could have these meetings in my office, but it’s good to be visible to what staff we’ve managed to secure. Besides, it’s good for me to see what’s going on around here—things I might miss if I were stuck in my office.

“Are you sitting in on interviews?” I ask Janet, once Hart has left.

“Absolutely. For the more junior positions, I’m not leading the interviews, but I’m there.”

“I think you need to take a step back,” I say. Janet is a seasoned New Yorker. I can be blunt with her.

“Okay,” she says. I hear the edge of a question in her tone.