“You’ll get dirty.”

Serena laughed and pulled a cell phone from her pocket. “Harley? Yeah, I’ve got a flat tire.” She paused, listening while studying her manicure, which was, of course, in perfect condition. “Fantastic. Thanks.” She closed her cell. “Harley’s the local mechanic and tow-truck driver. How about a cookie while you wait?”

Katie’s hips were already straining the top button on her pants. She’d be willing to bet big money that Serena never had to strain to fit that willowy body into anything. “No, thanks.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re going to turn down my cookies?”

“Okay, I have to ask.”

“Why am I being so nice to you?”

“That’s the one.”

“It’s the neighborly thing to do.”

Katie didn’t buy it, but she followed Serena into her bakery because her nose wouldn’t let her do anything else.

Serena poured her a big mug of coffee, waiting until Katie took a sip before casually asking, “So how is he in the sack? Still amazing? Because once upon a time, he could really spin my wheels, if you know what I mean.”

Katie executed a spit take.

“Oh, come on.” Serena handed her a napkin. “You’re not a woman to beat around the bush.”

“I’m also not a woman to talk about someone behind his back.” Damn, she’d gotten her sweater dirty after all. “Especially with his ex. Even if no one else around here gives the same courtesy.”

“Well, Jesus, if you’re going to get all sanctimonious.” Serena sighed long and hard. “Annie didn’t say anything negative about you. In fact, she actually only talked about Cam. She said he’s smiling for the first time since his accident. He’s laughing.” She rolled her eyes. “He’s happy.”

And there it was. The first good news of Katie’s day. “I think that’s nice.”

“Yeah, it is. Unfortunately, it has nothing to do with me and everything to do with you.”

When Katie opened her mouth, Serena shook her head. “Don’t. I’m a bitch, but I’m not stupid. Watching him fall for you is painful. So just drink my damn coffee and don’t say anything. I’m trying to be the bigger person here by helping you out with your tire and letting him go gracefully, and I’m failing.”

Katie let out a breath. “You’re not failing.”

“Really?”

“Really. If you hadn’t come outside when you did, I’d be a muddy wreck by now. And you make great coffee.”

Serena slid a plate of cookies on the counter, and Katie’s nostrils twitched. “I can’t. I’ll get fat.”

Serena smiled guilelessly. “Works for me.”

Okay, not so guileless.

A big tow truck pulled up outside. Katie expected a big guy to jump down, but it was a tiny, dainty-looking, fair-skinned blonde to enter the bakery wearing Carhartt weather overalls, steel-toed boots, and a quick smile. “Who’s the yo-yo who ran over a set of pliers?”

Katie raised her hand. “That would be me. Are you Harley?”

“In the flesh. You did a number on your tire. I think it’s fatal. Hope your spare’s in good shape.” The mechanic came forward, started to offer a hand, then looked down at it and stopped, shaking her head. Her short, spiky hair danced around her face. “Sorry, I’ve got grease all over me.”

“What’s new?” Serena asked her dryly.

Harley smiled. “Had to rescue a group of kids off the highway. They’d ditched school and driven up here from the bay hoping to snowboard. Keys, city girl?”

“Oh. Here.” Katie handed them over. Harley went out the door but was back in less than a minute, shaking her head. “No good.”

“What do you mean no good?”

“Your spare is flat too.”

“What?”

“Yeah, when’s the last time you checked it?”

Oh, about never. At the look on her face, Harley sighed. “You’re going to have to leave me the car. I’ll tow it to my shop, but I have a test to take before I can fix you up.”

“A test?”

“She’s going to school to become a fancy schmancy biologist so she can go work in the forest instead of beneath trucks,” Serena said.

“Yeah, I’m on the seven-year plan to a four-year degree. In any case, the test is online and shouldn’t take me long.”

“No problem, I can get a ride back to Wilder.” Or so she hoped. “I’ll just call the lodge.”

Harley lifted a brow and looked at Serena. “The lodge? The Wilder Lodge?”

“Yeah, I should have mentioned. Katie here is Riley’s temp at Wilder.”

“Oh,” Harley said, making the word about ten syllables. “So you’re the new hire hanging out with Cam.”

“Okay,” Katie said. “What’s it going to run me?”

Harley shrugged. “How about the cost of the new tire and a couple of those free ski passes Wilder Adventures gives out sometimes?”

“No,” Katie said, “I mean what’s it going to cost me to have the two of you, to have everyone, stop looking at me like I’m stealing their favorite son?”

“Well, you could leave town,” Serena said helpfully.

“Play nice, Serena,” Harley said mildly.