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. Those were not the memories she wanted to be resurrecting. She adjusted the car heaters to cover her gaffe before asking, “Where are you living?”
    â€œBear and Caribou.”
    Erin whistled. “Sweet. Who’d you kill to get into one of those apartments?”
    â€œOh, did I end up in a coveted location?” He laughed. “I guess I was lucky, then. When I called, they said there was an opening, so I took advantage of it.”
    â€œI’m in the fourteen hundred block. Less night life, more family houses.”
    â€œI look forward to seeing your place sometime.”
    His response was so ultra-polite Erin nearly laughed in his face. “Don’t play too hard. I want to be in charge of how fast and how far we go, but I’m not looking for a pushover.”
    â€œI’ll be anything but,” Tim insisted. She pulled down the side street in front of his place, and he faced her. “I will listen to you, Erin. I promise.”
    She swallowed hard, that final brush of fear throbbing like a warning signal before she slammed it aside and decided to take a chance. “Then show me your apartment.”
    It was only a short walk from the car through the security doors of the complex. Erin avoided looking directly at Tim as they entered the elevator, the pristine gold and glass doors closing with a gentle
whoosh
.
    The ride up was silent but for the loud beating of her heart.
    He held out an elbow as the elevator opened, and she instinctively tucked her fingers around his biceps. The move was familiar and calming even after years apart. She needed a little calm after discovering he’d scored not only a unit in the best apartment complex in town, but one of the penthouse suites.
    â€œThe view isn’t anything spectacular, not since Banff building code forbids anything higher than three storeys, but I like it,” Tim admitted, unlocking the door and gesturing her in.
    The room sparkled, final afternoon sunshine streaming in the tall bank of windows on the western wall.
    â€œHow do you manage these things?” she asked Tim, pacing in to run her fingers over the back of the luxurious leather couch.
    He dropped his gear by the hall closet, pausing in the middle of hanging up his jacket. “Manage what?”
    Erin gestured around her. “You make a call and end up with a gorgeous suite, fully furnished as well, right?”
    He nodded.
    â€œYou go for an interview at the ski hill and just happen to end up right where you need to be to become involved with Lifeline, impressing all my co-workers. It’s as if you’ve got horseshoes up your ass.”
    Tim stood before her, slipping her coat off her shoulders, his hands lingering on her arms. “I most certainly do not have anything of the sort up my . . . anywhere.”
    So close. He stood so close that heat from his body brushed hers as they gazed at each other. His pupils were wide black circles in the blue, as if they were black suns set against the Alberta sky. He lifted a hand slowly until his knuckles caressed her cheek, a single, tantalizing stroke that was followed by him tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
    He stepped away and Erin sucked for air, fighting to keep from gasping. He didn’t need to know how quickly he could affect her. Although he was probably already aware.
    Tim had moved to the kitchen, pulling out glasses and pouring them drinks as he spoke. “It was easier renting a furnished place than transporting my things all the way across Canada. I didn’t have much in the first place, not since I’ve been working on the oil platform.”
    All around them was glass and chrome. Bold wood features and soft expensive leather. The entire place screamed money. “It’s beautiful.”
    Tim offered her a glass. “It’s comfortable, which is more important. Go ahead, look around if you’d like. I have a phone call to