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and a scar snaked on his left knee from a meniscus repair. He smiled at her as she lay on her back, pulled her right leg up and toward her nose. “Looking good, Ro. How was your fat season?”
    “Busy.” She repeated the stretch on her left leg. “I’ve been looking forward to coming back, getting me some rest.”
    He laughed at that. “How’s your dad?”
    “Good as gold.” Rowan sat up, then folded her long, curvy body in two. “Gets a little wistful this time of year.” She closed ice-blue eyes and pulled her flexed feet back toward the crown of her head. “He misses the start-up, everybody coming back, but the business doesn’t give him time to brood.”
    “Even people who aren’t us like to jump out of planes.”
    “Pay good money for it, too. Had a good one last week.” She spread her legs in a wide vee, grabbed her toes and again bent forward. “Couple celebrated their fiftieth anniversary with a jump. Gave me a bottle of French champagne as a tip.”
    Trigger sat where he was, watching as she pushed to her feet to begin the first sun salutation. “Are you still teaching that hippie class?”
    Rowan flowed from Up Dog to Down Dog, turned her head to shoot Trigger a pitying look. “It’s yoga, old man, and yeah, I’m still doing some personal trainer work off-season. Helps keep the lard out of my ass. How about you?”
    “I pile the lard on. It gives me more to burn off when the real work starts.”
    “If this season’s as slow as last, we’ll all be sitting on fat asses. Have you seen Cards? He doesn’t appear to have turned down any second helpings this winter.”
    “Got a new woman.”
    “No shit.” Looser, she picked up the pace, added lunges.
    “He met her in the frozen food section of the grocery store in October, and moved in with her for New Year’s. She’s got a couple kids. Schoolteacher.”
    “Schoolteacher, kids? Cards?” Rowan shook her head. “Must be love.”
    “Must be something. He said the woman and the kids are coming out maybe late July, maybe spend the rest of the summer.”
    “That sounds serious.” She shifted to a twist, eyeing Trigger as she held the position. “She must be something. Still, he’d better see how she handles a season. It’s one thing to hook up with a smoke jumper in the winter, and another to stick through the summer. Families crack like eggs,” she added, then wished she hadn’t as Matt Brayner stepped in.
    She hadn’t seen him since Jim’s funeral, and though she’d spoken with his mother a few times, hadn’t been sure he’d come back.
    He looked older, she thought, more worn around the eyes and mouth. And heartbreakingly like his brother with the floppy mop of bleached wheat hair, the pale blue eyes. His gaze tracked from Trigger, met hers. She wondered what the smile cost him.
    “How’s it going?”
    “Pretty good.” She straightened, wiped her palms on the thighs of her workout pants. “Just sweating off some nerves before the PT test.”
    “I thought I’d do the same. Or just screw it and go into town and order a double stack of pancakes.”
    “We’ll get ’em after the run.” Trigger walked over, held out a hand. “Good to see you, Hayseed.”
    “You too.”
    “I’m going for coffee. They’ll be loading us up before too long.”
    As Trigger went out, Matt walked over, picked up a twenty-pound weight. Put it down again. “I guess it’s going to be weird, for a while anyway. Seeing me makes everybody . . . think.”
    “Nobody’s going to forget. I’m glad you’re back.”
    “I don’t know if I am, but I couldn’t seem to do anything else. Anyway. I wanted to say thanks for keeping in touch with my ma the way you have. It means a lot to her.”
    “I wish . . . Well, if wishes were horses I’d have a rodeo. I’m glad you’re back. See you at the van.”
     
     
    SHE UNDERSTOOD Matt’s sentiment, couldn’t seem to do anything else. It would sum up the core feelings of the men, and four women