“We’ll just hunker down for the next few days.” He gets to his feet. “Plenty of food in the kitchen.”

“Like camp!” Karo brightens. “We’ll take turns cooking.”

Justin groans and pulls his beanie lower over his ears.

“I hated camp,” he says. “Do you know what kind of nightmares camp brings back for me?”

“Was it fat camp?” Anna leans forward with a pretend camera in hand, mocking him.

“Worse,” Justin says. “It was the Hamptons.”

Karo starts to rise to her feet, but then sinks back down, her plate in hand. The first edge of strain showing at the corner of her eyes, in her smile.

“We were meant to get a delivery today and it never came,” she says. It’s a quick recovery, her voice resuming its usual confidence. “Who’s up for a bit of hiking? I may have to put on my snowshoes and trek down tomorrow to pick up a few things.”

There’s an abrupt silence. Maeve glances up from her plate and catches Anna’s eye; they’ve paid for the privilege of being here, of focusing only on work. Bad enough they’re now being asked to do their own housekeeping, but a supply run?

“Karolina,” Anna says. “Everyone can live without champagne and caviar for a few days. Even Justin here.”

“You’d be surprised.” Justin watches as Dan collects his plate and moves off toward the kitchen. Karo’s smile stiffens.

Sim leans across the table.

“Oh, I don’t know. Think we could use some bubbles?” At first, Maeve thinks he’s speaking only to her, but then he shifts his gaze. “Sadie will go,” he says. “Won’t you, Sadie? Pick up a few party favors for us?” That slow smile again. “I mean, if we’re going to be stuck here, might as well have some fun.”

“She can’t go down the mountain alone,” Anna says. She pushes back from the table, distracted or maybe demoralized. But Sim keeps his eyes on Sadie.

“Of course she can. Soon as there’s a break in the weather, any of us could.”

Anna glances from Sim to Sadie to Karo again, her brow starting to furrow.

“Sure, I’ll go,” Sadie puts in. “And I can totally go alone.” She turns to Karo. “You don’t have to bother yourself with it at all.” She gives a carefree shrug to show how easy it all feels.

But Dan calls from the kitchen: “You’ll take one of the guys with you, for protection.”

Sadie rolls her eyes. “Or for bait.”

She rises to follow Dan, plates in hand, and Anna springs up too. She catches Sadie’s wrist just as they round Maeve’s end of the table.

“Remember that it’s Karo you work for,” Anna says quietly, still moving toward the kitchen. “You don’t have to do what anyone else says.”