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The summer air in Aspen hung thick with the scent of pine and wildflowers, the kind of night that made the mountains look like they were whispering secrets to the stars. Diane pushed open the door to

Doug wiped down the polished oak bar at The Pine Knot, the kind of place where locals swapped stories about rogue avalanches and celebrity sightings over plates of elk sliders. The dinner rush had thi

Doug wiped down the polished wooden bar at The Pine Knot, Aspen's go-to spot for locals who pretended the ski slopes didn't exist in summer. The place was a chaotic mix of hammered tourists and off-du

Diane wiped the sweat from her brow, not from the hospital's sterile chill but from the lingering burn of her laps at the Aspen Club pool. The chlorine-scented air clung to her skin as she emerged fro

Diane sprawled on the checkered blanket amid the symphony of crickets and distant cello strains, the late summer sun dipping low over Aspen's jagged peaks. The pavilion concert was in full swing, viol

Diane wiped the sweat from her brow after a grueling twelve-hour shift in the ER, the fluorescent lights buzzing like angry hornets overhead. The hospital in this posh ski town never slept, especially

Diane's phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, the screen lighting up with Karl's name. She wiped her hands on a dish towel, the scent of spaghetti sauce still clinging to her fingers from helping with

Diane pedaled her bike up the winding path on the West End of Aspen, the kind of route that twisted like a lazy river through pines that whispered secrets to the wind. It was Saturday afternoon, the s

The sun hung low over the jagged peaks, turning the snow into a glittering mess that crunched underfoot as Diane kicked off her skis at Cloud 9's sun deck. It had been one of those perfect blue bird d

The house on Aspen's west end squatted like a forgotten ski boot among the aspens, its cedar siding warped from too many snowy winters. The hospital had tossed the place at Diane and Jay like a spare

Diane sprawled across her unmade bed, the afternoon sun slicing through the blinds like lazy laser beams, casting stripes over her naked skin. Her body still hummed from the park escapade with Cory an

The summer sun hung low over the river, casting a golden shimmer on the water that snaked through the park like a lazy vein. Diane wiped the sweat from her brow, her tank top clinging to her skin afte

Diane kicked off her nursing clogs at the door, the faint scent of antiseptic clinging to her scrubs like an unwanted shadow. Twelve hours of stitching wounds and dodging frantic families had left her

Diane had carved out a niche in this glittering pocket of Aspen, where the air smelled like pine resin and overpriced espresso. She'd been here a few years, trading the chaos of urban nursing shifts f

Diane wiped the sweat from her brow after a grueling twelve-hour shift at the Aspen Valley Hospital, her scrubs clinging to her skin like a second layer of exhaustion. The summer sun had dipped low ov

The sun-drenched deck at the top of Copper Peak buzzed like a hive of neon-lit bees, the kind that traded pollen for pitchers of IPA and bass-thumping remixes of indie folk anthems. Diane swayed to th

Diane leaned back in her worn armchair, the Arizona sun filtering through the blinds of her off-campus apartment like lazy laser beams cutting through dust motes. It was one of those quiet afternoons

The snow-crusted boots piled up by the door at Jimmy's like a haphazard mountain range, and the air inside hung thick with the scent of fried onions and spilled beer. Diane laughed as her friend Sarah

Diane stepped into the hotel bar in Aspen, her scrubs swapped for a simple black sweater and jeans that hugged her legs after a long shift at the hospital. The place hummed with the low buzz of conver

The air in the Grand Tasting tent hummed with the low buzz of conversations and the clink of glasses, but Diane zeroed in on the sharp tang of oak and blackberry from the California red she'd just swi

The après-ski party thrummed with the kind of chaos that only a mountain bar packed with ski-bum locals and weekend warriors could muster. Diane laughed as she swirled her third glass of pinot noir, h

Diane had always been a creature of routine—twelve-hour night shifts at the hospital, followed by a deep, dreamless sleep that lasted until the afternoon sun slanted through her bedroom window. The sk