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and a cowboy hat standing nearby and holding a sign for Crescent Ridge. She started to join the other women gathered before she remembered she was going for Ice Queen. Besides, the contemptuous looks one of them threw her way rivaled any attitude she could have adopted.
    She slumped onto a bench before immediately straightening her posture, then set her features in neutral and worked to keep her foot from tapping.
    A flip, flip, flip sound got closer to her and she glanced over at the noise. A woman wearing flip-flops and with a mass of curly brown ringlets approached, rolling a suitcase behind her. She studied the three women, playing with her long hemp necklace, before making her way to Ainsley. “You don’t look like you want to kill me in my sleep. Want to share a cabin?”
    “Me?” So much for passing as an Ice Queen. It wouldn’t have worked anyway.
    “These other women…I don’t like their auras.” The woman studied her and Ainsley stayed still, though she avoided the intent blue-eyed gaze from a face covered in freckles. “You’ll do. Yours is good. But you look kind of uncomfortable.”
    “No, I’m… fine.” Good aura?
    The woman sat on the bench next to Ainsley. She stretched out her legs from under her long, patterned skirt and wiggled her toes. “Boy, does that feel good. I’m Meagan Donnelly, from Savannah. Georgia.”
    Rooming with Meagan might not be a bad idea. She seemed open and honest and could read auras—a skill that might come in handy. Definitely not the cut-throat competitive attitude of the other women. “Ainsley Fairfax, South Carolina.”
    “Well, we’re already neighbors.” She gave a warm chuckle.
    “Sharing a cabin sounds like a great idea.” Okay. She’d become her mother later.
    “I’ve never been to Wyoming before,” Meagan said as they followed the cowboy to a large black SUV sporting the Crescent Ridge moon and mountain logo. They slid into the back row of seats while the other women got into the SUV. The cowboy driver pulled out of the airport and began the drive to the Crescent Ridge. Meagan kept talking. “I’ve been to Texas and Utah, and the ranches there, but this is something different. I used to work mucking out stalls over the summer. In exchange, they let me ride the horses for free. Do you ride?”
    Keeping up with this woman was like trying to catch a whirlwind. Ainsley expected it to be exhausting, but instead was revived by Meagan’s exuberant energy. “Yeah, but it’s been a while. We owned some horses and had a groom take care of them, so I didn’t have the mucking pleasure,” Ainsley said. Mentioning her family’s wealth felt weird so she kept it quiet. Besides, this weekend wasn’t about money. It was about her freedom.
     “I can’t wait,” Meagan said. “I’m almost as excited about riding as I am about meeting Riley Pommer.” At the sound of his name, all conversation in the SUV ceased, and the women shifted in their seats to stare at her with expectant expressions, like she was going to divulge some deep secret. The cowboy driver gave a muffled laugh. Meagan blinked at the sudden attention, but she didn’t duck her head as Ainsley half-suspected she would. “Well, aren’t all of you?”
    “Horses are smelly, nasty creatures,” said the woman in front of them, running a hand through her frosted hair. “You can have them. I’ll find something else to ride.”
    The woman next to her studied them all with assessing eyes, then shifted and looked out the window without saying anything. Meagan gave Ainsley a sidelong glance and shook her head, a huge grin overtaking her mouth. Ainsley clamped her lips together and they both struggled not to laugh.
    “Ladies, look out the right side of the car for your first view of the Crescent Ridge.” Hearing the pride tinged in the driver’s voice made Ainsley feel better about coming out here. Rocks and dirt crunched under the tires as the SUV pulled to a stop.
    The massive size of the