Chapter 7
When the text arrived, Paul Stark was happily tangled up with a woman nearly twice his years who had offered to demonstrate that some things did improve with age. She had supported her argument impressively and repeatedly through the night, leaving him even more light-headed than justified by the rarefied air of where they lay; a mountain meadow way upslope from Aspen, Colorado.
He’d thought they’d be stopping at her ranch overlooking the town, but he’d been wrong. Even though it was July—more than a little early in the season to be making love out of doors high in the Colorado Rockies—that’s precisely where she’d guided him.
Maroon Bells Lake pooled at ten thousand feet above sea level, surrounded by moonlit fourteen-thousander peaks. One hell of a setting.
An exceptionally
