Wallpaper paste dripped onto Mandy Clayton’s hair and her arms ached from holding them over her head. When the phone rang, she was on top of the ladder in the upstairs bathroom. Dropping her roller, she scrambled down the narrow rungs and ran downstairs.

“Miramar Inn,” she said breathlessly into the phone.

“How’s business?” her sister asked.

“Terrible. How was your flight?”

“Awful. Complete meal service for three hundred and fifty in two hours. Lecherous old men and crying babies. And you know that pilot I told you about?”

“The one with midnight blue eyes who invited you to his room for a game of Trivial Pursuit?”

“It was pursuit all right, but it wasn’t trivial, and he’s married. I hate this job. For two cents I’d quit and work for you.”

“That’s all I could afford to pay you,” Mandy said, “and you’d be bored silly. You wouldn’t meet any eligible men, either. They don’t come to bed and breakfasts unless their wives or girlfriends drag them.”

“I wish I had someone to drag to one. By the way, has my latest Yukon Man come yet?”

“I think so.”

“Could you go get it and read me some of the personals? It might cheer me up.’’

“Laurie, I’ve got wallpaper paste all over my hands. You don’t want me to smear it all over those gorgeous men, do you?”