Chapter 50

Mia

Mia shivered as she scurried down the ramp from the plane at Mammoth-Yosemite Airport, California’s mini version of a real airport, which, she’d been informed, hosted two arriving and two departing commercial flights—max—most days of the year. Even though she’d arrived in spring, heavy snow lay all around, and the High Sierras had been pure white for most of the trip along the valley from LAX.

It was only an hour-long flight, but she was already a day late thanks to the previous day’s snowfall, giving her only a couple of hours to get ready for the “date” her friend had set her up for. And no time at all to ski—which had been the lure that convinced her to go ahead with the date despite her misgivings. Walking across the tarmac, she kept her footing with difficulty, cursing her stupidity in wearing heels for travel, but who knew there would be no nice, safe jetway between the plane and the terminal—a terminal smaller than the DMV at home. If she’d made the arrangements for a clie