Chapter 52

Liam

Hate her? How could they hate their ideal woman? If she hadn’t been sent by the Paranormal Dating Agency, he’d swear the gods themselves had designed her for them. Perhaps they had, in fact. Just looking at her standing on the edge of a cliff, taking pictures of the moon rising over the mountains, the breeze ruffling her hair, showing not an ounce of fear, and he knew for sure she was theirs.

But when he parked in the carport, and Dan helped her out while he grabbed her bags, he experienced a moment of worry. They’d had all winter to fix the place up. And they’d done a little. But winter was, of course, their busy season, both for work and play. They spent the months out on the slopes and the backcountry trails, only coming in to eat and sleep. And not always even for those things. Spring, summer…they’d have more time when they weren’t dealing with avalanches and pack members who frolicked too far in the snow.

Heavy clouds were boiling in from across the valley, and the first fla