The Right Mr. Wrong. Cindi Myers

of people ski down it.” She shook her head. “I don’t think he believed me.”

      They were packing up their tools, ready to move on to the next hazard on their list when two young men approached them. “Good afternoon, ladies,” the taller of the two said. He had sun-bleached brown hair and a smile that any orthodontist would have been proud of. “Y’all live around here, don’t you?” he asked.

      “Yes,” Andrea said. She offered a smile in return. Maddie hung back a little, wondering if they were going to have another candidate for the tourist question hall of fame.

      “Then maybe you can help us out,” Handsome Smile continued. “I’m Greg and this is my buddy, Evan.”

      Evan nodded and Maddie returned the greeting, still wondering where this was leading.

      “We want to know where the best place is to get a drink in town,” Greg said. “Where the locals hang out.”

      “That would be the Eldo,” Andrea said. “It’s down on Elk Avenue in town.”

      “Cool.” Greg looked at Andrea, then Maddie, then back again to Andrea, his smile never wavering. “So, you ladies go there and it’s good?”

      “Pretty good.” Andrea shrugged. “Nothing special, just a nice place.”

      Greg looked around them. A steady stream of skiers and boarders zipped past, and gathered in groups of two and three along the margins of the run to talk, rest or merely enjoy the sun. “This is our first time here,” he said. “It’s a great place.” He looked back at them. “How long have you worked here?”

      “This is my second year,” Andrea said.