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“I’er—says He jerks his thumb at brown eyes, beside him “This is my buddy, Breck”

The dark one pulls a glove off Holds his hand out “John is the nas

“I think I know you, too Weren’t you in a movie?” Breck-or-John asks

I smile “Was I?”

“She was,” Dove says

I flirt with them until the lift lets us off at the top of one of the easier black dia

Even in my Elvie-distracted state, I’ve learned these two are in “the service,” probably the Service-My-Cock-Tonight arm of the military, because they claiside President Obama and his family

“You think I believe that?” I ask, cocking a thin, shaded brow at them

When we all get off the lift, the one called Dove hands me a small pair of binoculars and says, “Watch and you decide”

I watch theht I have to adood They ski like pros, and I would know My younger cousin is one

I find the by the animatedly, as if they all are friends

When I stop, they ski over I give her a confused look, and she shbor and his friend”

“We have a neighbor?”

John holds his hand out I hand hi him a skeptical look

“That’s cold” But he’s grinning