“And good at landing on your feet,” she said.

He bowed his head in silent agreement.

“You’re a busy guy,” she said. “Firefighting, and the resort.”

“And Search and Rescue.”

It all made perfect sense for him. He’d always been at his best on the mountain, and that he’d made a real life for himself on it in every way gave her both a sense of pleasure for him and an ache for herself, one she couldn’t put her finger on. “And the other Musketeers?” she asked, referring to his half siblings, Hudson and Jacob, and their reputation for trouble.

Aidan smirked at the “Musketeers” and said, “Hudson works ski patrol in the winter and works with me at S&R as well. And he’s a cop in the off-season—”

She laughed, she couldn’t help it. Hudson, the scourge of Cedar Ridge, becoming a cop of all things.

And Aidan actually flashed a grin as well. “Yeah, I know. Go figure, Hud on the right side of the law. He takes a lot of shit for that. I think he likes it.”

“And Jacob?” she asked. “Don’t tell me he’s a cop too.”

His smile faded. “No. At least I doubt it.” He paused, then shoved his fingers through his hair. “He hasn’t been home in a while. A long while.”

There was pain in his gaze now, and regret. “I’m sorry to hear that,” she said, and dropping the subject that was none of her business, directed her attention back to the wood.

“Need some help?” he asked.

Need? No. Want? Yes. But she’d never been good at admitting that. “I’m fine.” Tearing her gaze off of him she glared down at a piece of wood. She kicked it again, not once but twice.

No snake.

She gingerly picked it back up.

“You forget how to survive out here?” he asked.

She glanced at him over her shoulder. “What are you talking about?”

He gave her a slow once-over, gaze lingering on her bare legs, which had certain body parts leaping to life that had no business doing so.

“Loading wood in …” He looked her over again, and his lips quirked. “PJ’s and no gloves. Not the Lily I remember.”

“Well, if one thing’s true, it’s that I’m definitely not that same girl you knew.” She kicked the second piece twice too.

No snakes.

She picked it up, carefully, because Aidan was right. She should be wearing gloves. Spiders lurked in the wood stacks as well as snakes, and the last thing she needed was a bite. She carried the two pieces of wood up the stairs, nearly tripping when she heard his muffled snort of laughter behind her.

“Kiss it?” he asked.

Remembering her shorts, she felt her face flame. Ignoring that, and him, she moved to her front door, dropped the wood in a little stack, turned for more, and—