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every documentary she watched on PBS. It had filled her up all the way through high school, leaving no room for interest in boys. All her concentration had gone into saving and studying to get into Boston College.
    And she’d done it. She’d gotten into the international business program, and even scored a coveted scholarship to spend a semester at a university in the Netherlands for her sophomore year.
    Lori’s heart spasmed, throwing sparks of pain against the walls of her chest.
    Her dad had been so proud, refusing to even admit to a hint of loneliness during the four months she’d been at college. And then—
    “Jesus,” Lori cursed. Skulking down memory lane was one of her least favorite activities. She spun away from the map and hit the light switch, plunging her old bedroom into darkness. Before she’d made her way down to the first floor, the doorbell rang, and Lori sprinted the last few steps.
    When she opened the door, Molly rushed in and pulled her into a hug. “You really want to go shopping? ”
    Lori pulled away and her gaze fell on the Aspen Living magazine she’d left on the couch. A pair of shoes she’d been lusting after for three days graced the back cover, not that she could afford them.
    “Yeah, I think I do.”
    Molly looked from the magazine to Lori’s face and nodded solemnly. “All right then. Let’s go buy some shoes.”
    “Okay. And…and a dress.”
    Already turning toward the door, Molly froze to stare openmouthed at her. “My God. Are you serious? I thought you were all about jeans.”
    “I was. But I’m turning over a new leaf. I think.”
    “A new, sexy leaf! Considering how good you look in jeans, I think you’re about to rock this town. And I just saw the perfect dress for you last week. We are going to have So. Much. Fun. ”
    Lori couldn’t help but grin back at her. “Okay.”
    “I made reservations at Peak for nine, so we’ve got a full four hours. Let’s do this.”
    She nodded. “Let’s do this.”
    Once they were in Molly’s cherry-red SUV and on the road to Aspen, Molly gave her a searching look. “Soo…”
    “What?”
    Her friend shot her another meaningful glance, but Lori just shrugged blankly.
    “So…” Molly said, “is this an ‘I’m every woman,’ Oprah kind of makeover? Or is it a ‘that guy is hot and I want to do him’ kind of makeover?”
    Lori glanced down at her too-short nails, noticing that she hadn’t quite gotten the grease cleaned from one of them. She clenched them into fists. “Both maybe. I don’t know why, but I just feel like buying some heels. Looking like a girl. And I want to do someone.”
    “Who?” Molly’s eyebrows had flown nearly up to her hairline. “Who is it?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Ooo, did you see him at The Bar? The café? Is he one of the mountain bikers in town for the race? Maybe—”
    “Whoa, there, paperback writer. I mean I don’t know who I want to do. Just someone. Someone tall and strong and cute.” With nice hands, something in her head added without her even considering it.
    “Oh, my God!” her friend cried. Lori had a sudden, strangling fear that Molly was about to yell something about Quinn, but she didn’t. “Lori’s gonna get her groove on!” she squealed instead, just before she started singing “Super Freak” in a loud, off-key alto.
    “All right. Okay. I want to ask you something serious. Ready?”
    Molly pulled her mouth into a severe line and narrowed her eyes, though her nostrils still flared with amusement. “I’m ready.”
    Tiny raindrops pattered against the windshield as they neared the summit, and Lori chose to watch those instead of her friend’s face. “Um…Those stories you write? Are they always…? Um…”
    “Excellent? Why, yes, they are.”
    “Shut up.” Lori drew a breath. Molly liked to crack jokes, but she was a good person and a great friend, and the only one Lori could even dream of talking to about these things. She set her shoulders and