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Chapter One – YVETTE

The bell above the door jingles and a rush of wind blows the snow in Two men come with it

“Shit” I sigh underready to close All the tourists fro to beat the storm and the bar has been dead since lunch

Apparently these two didn’t get the memo

“I’h one with the blond hair says “It’s just a fantasy”

The other one looks right at rowls, “Would you shut the fuck up?” in a very low, very threatening whisper that makes my stomach clench for some reason

He’s talking to his friend, not me So I don’t knohy I have that reaction

But then again, I knohy

It irritates h

They both take a seat at the bar while I glance at ot so I even pretend to type

Nor very normal today I’ve had too much to drink, too much time to think, and I’m tired

The stor just down the ot no cell service and no internet, but I’ if not a pretender My lies have been such a part of , this comes second nature

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My bar—the Snowbunny—is the only stop on the western side of the s In the winter we are super busy Thursday afternoon through Sunday afternoon, especially when the snowpack at Wolf Creek Ski Area is this awesome

Lots of locals couys, truckers, local cops, mail people—or mail person, since we only have one up here

But it’s Sunday evening now, the snow has been falling steadily for alht days, and it’s supposed to pick up as the final front coht Anyone with sense has probably decided enough is enough and gone home

So I’ve been bored, just counting down the minutes until I can close, and now I’ers who just walked into my bar and ruined my plans

At just under twelve thousand feet in elevation, people who live and work up here pretty much do whatever the fuck they want, whenever the fuck they want to do it, and I counton the top of a erous switchback pass