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lips down to hers and --
    No, no, no! She had to get some work done today. He’d be here tomorrow and she didn’t want any work hanging over her head. The more she could complete before he arrived, the more free time she’d have. Sometimes she found it easier to concentrate in short bursts of time - a trick she’d learned writing her doctorate - so she set the timer on her cell for 60 minutes, put her head down, and dug into the final chapter she needed to write.
     
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    “Issy?”
    Isabel jumped as Jenny touched her shoulder. “Holy …”
    “Hey, it’s just me. I knocked, but the music was blaring so I just came in.” Jenny leaned down to hug her. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
    Shaking her head to re-enter the present, Isabel leaned forward to turn the music down. “I was really focused. What time is it?” Outside the sun had already set and it was almost completely dark.
    “Almost five.” Jenny threw herself into the easy chair next to the desk. “I gather you got a lot done.”
    “I so did, amazing progress, much better than yesterday. Knowing Tray will be here tomorrow is a real motivator.”
    Jenny wiggled her eyebrows.
    “I don’t want to have to spend much time working once he arrives.”
    “Ah, I see.”
    “How were conditions on the hill? The snow this morning didn’t make things sticky?”
    “Not at all, conditions were perfect in the morning. Just after lunch they were a little wet, but still good.”
    “But who cares about the snow, right? Did you see Kip again? I know you’re dying to tell me.”
    Jenny laughed and glanced around. “You have anything to drink?”
    “There’s some white wine in the fridge,” she said, motioning with her chin.
    “Works for me.” Rising, Jenny pulled the wine from the fridge, grabbed two glasses and came back to the table to pour. Isabel closed her laptop and pushed it, and all her papers and files, to the side.
    She raised the glass Jenny passed her. “Cheers.”
    “Cheers,” her friend replied, taking a swallow of wine.
    “So?”
    “He was there. Barry, too. I ran into them on the second run and we skied most of the morning down the back.”
    “Isn’t it mostly double diamonds back there? How does a Scotsman learn to ski like that?”
    “He’s an amazing skier, you should see him. Apparently, his family used to ski Mont Blanc every Christmas.”
    “France? On a regular basis?”
    “It’s pretty close to Scotland, when you think about it.”
    “That’s true. Still…”
    “Switzerland and Italy, too. Barry told me Kip was on the ski team in high school, almost made the cut for the Olympics.”
    “Whew,” Isabel whistled. “No wonder he’s so buff.”
    “Now he’s a fireman - wait, I told you that last night, right?”
    “You did,” she winked at her friend. “But you can tell me again.”
    Jenny giggled. “He is adorable, but all man, if you know what I mean.”
    “I know what you mean. When are you seeing him again?”
    “Tonight.”
    “He’s taking you out for dinner?”
    “Not exactly. We’re all going to dinner - Barry, Kip, me … and you.”
    “Oh. I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” she hedged, glancing over at her files. “I’m on a bit of a roll, I should stay with it.”
    “You’ve been working since I left this morning,” she said, gazing at her over the rim of her wine glass.
    Isabel shrugged sheepishly.
    “You need a break. Come on, the girls are in Radium tonight, right?”
    “Yes, but—”
    “I really want you to meet Kip. Plus, we’re going to a little restaurant I’ve always wanted to try, but somehow always forget to make reservations.”
    “Which one?”
    “The one that deejay is always talking about on public radio? It’s supposed to be great, very intimate with an eclectic menu. Barry knows the chef and we have a table for four at eight.”
    “I should really … ” Isabel could see she was going to lose this battle.
    “You’re coming with us. All work and no play