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man pull a shotgun on her to being naked in a tent with Ross and Tony. The dream grew hot until someone opened the tent flaps and interrupted. The big silhouette had no face but it woke her up. As she sat up in bed and caught her breath, she knew it had to be Matt. Maybe it was just her fantasy, but she imagined him rather like a cowboy who felt the pull of a job. He had to feel left out or free to come and go as he wanted. Somehow she’d figure him out.
    She took a long drink of water from the glass she kept on the nightstand. There was a buzzing in her head. Leftover angst from the dream? She rubbed her temples. Relationship drama wasn’t something she wanted but the sparks when she was around Ross and Tony couldn’t be denied.
    Maybe Matt could be like a surprise bit of fun, in bed and in life. Could she be that open? Two men or three, she wasn’t one to have a lot of casual sex or random hookups. She’d gotten a bit adventurous with one boyfriend but the safety of a relationship let her feel comfortable. This was all new. The idea of watching them together made her body tingle as well.
    The buzz in her head wasn’t going away. She slipped out of bed and stretched. As she woke up more, she realized the buzzing was coming from outside. Peeking out of the blackout shades, she squinted against the sun. Four in the morning, and someone across the street was mowing their lawn.
    Alaska was weird but she’d take this small town quirkiness over mountain men pulling guns on her. She headed back to bed and snuggled with a pillow. Three hot men in bed? Her dreams could get even more interesting but would it actually ever happen? Matt might be gone again before they got that far. Not that two men wouldn’t be enough.
    But if they were a trio, she needed to learn about them all and figure out how their little group worked before she could even contemplate if she’d fit in. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. There was a big date after a meeting tomorrow.
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    Gretchen waited in an office that looked like it was decorated in the seventies. An oddly green carpet rested under her pumps, and a weird print wallpaper almost gave her a headache if she looked at it too long. The owners of the Sterling Inn were in their seventies, and it’d taken three weeks to get a meeting.
    A redheaded woman in her thirties entered. “Hi, Gretchen. I’m Dana Andrews. Sorry to keep you waiting.”
    “No problem. I thought I was meeting with the owners?” Gretchen asked.
    “I understand and I’m sorry. My parents aren’t quite up to taking all the meetings anymore. They heard it was to do with weddings, and that’s generally my area. I helped plan Isa’s event here with the inn and I’d love to help.” She sat behind the desk and opened a calendar.
    “I’m not getting married. Isa’s wedding was lovely. I had a great time. I stayed at the inn while I was here then and it was wonderful. I’m actually here about a more long-term promotional opportunity,” Gretchen said.
    “We advertise a bit in tourism information. We’re really the only place to stay in Sterling that isn’t a rented cabin or the lodge, which caters more to hunting parties.” She sat back with pride.
    “True but Homer has plenty of places. Your inn is lovely and very large. It’s so well maintained and convenient that I thought it could be part of a package I’m trying to put together for destination weddings. Get more business into Sterling. The interest in Alaska now is very high.” Gretchen felt like her pitch wasn’t hitting the right mark.
    “If you have a wedding coming in, we’re more than happy to book a block of rooms and set aside the starlight ballroom if it’s available. Rooms for showers and other parties are always available. Is that all?” Dana tilted her head.
    “I’m not booking anything today. I’m talking about offering a consolidated package. A discount on the rooms if people buy the whole deal. We’d pool advertising money