Page 52 of High Side
“I’ll come out. Send me a link with a decent, but not fancy, hotel. You know what I like.”
“I do. The Columbine is good. I promise. Clean and comfy and it has a German bakery next door.”
“Excellent. I’ll make a reservation as soon as I can get my vacation days scheduled.” Mom sounded surprisingly happy. “I can’t wait.”
“Thanks, Mom. I’m tickled. She has a condo. And a dog.”
“Huh. Is she my age?”
“No. In between us.” She was gonna be honest, right? Her mom was like, forty-two.
“I can live with that, I think. We shall see. Now, go and talk to your lady about all this. If she’s local, she’ll know what you should do.”
She rolled her eyes, glad her mom couldn’t see. She would tell Kylie when she had a line on something. She didn’t want to get her hopes up if she had to go get seasonal work somewhere else for a bit. “I have to go, Mom. Resume time.”
“Right. Love you, baby.”
“Love you too, Mom. See you soon.”
“You know it.”
They hung up, and she looked at the Columbine for openings. Okay, so no concierge, but they did have an opening for a marketing manager. It was a long shot, but her degree did open her up for that. And the ski resort was taking resumes for an activities coordinator. So boom. Serendipity.
She just had to get the resumes out and make sure Lupe and Liz would be her references.
It might be a bit of a conflict of interest to ask Kylie.
Eighteen
Kylie got to work, coffee in hand, ready to give Liz and Lupe the rundown on what had happened over the weekend. They’d gotten back late last night, despite trying to get in earlier than Monday, but they really hadn’t been able to get away from their visit.
And dammit, she’d done all right.
Liz was already on the phone hollering to the insurance agent, but Lupe was standing there with a box of doughnuts, along with a bag of apple fritters, just for her.
“Aw. For me?” She hugged Lupe, who squeezed her tight.
“Yes! How scary, huh? This is not okay.”
“No. Tell me she’s not mad.” God, she sounded like a scared kid.
“Oh, she’s mad, but she’s not mad at you.”
Kylie took a deep breath, then let it out. “Oh, good. I was—whew. I did the best I could.”
“You did amazing.” Lupe looked at the doughnuts. “Let me take these to the staff room, and I’ll be back. Have a sit for a minute.”
She grinned. Yeah, that way she could get her shit together.
Liz came out, still on the phone, but Kylie got a roll of eyes and a cross-eyed glare.
She tried not to laugh out loud. That was a good sign, if Liz was willing to laugh. That meant the call was going her way now.
“Excellent. I’m going to figure this out, if it is the last thing any of us do, and I’m going to string the asshole up.”
“Good. That was a shit thing to do, and what if someone had come up on him? Would he have hurt someone?” She scarfed down half a fritter.
Liz nodded and snapped the phone closed. “Okay, the insurance company is sending someone out to talk to me.”
