Changing Dreams
Bear Lake Dreamers
Kirsten Osbourne
Unlimited Dreams
Copyright © 2019 by Kirsten Osbourne
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Contents
Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Epilogue
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Introduction
Alyssa Romriell feels her life spiraling out of control. Her career is going well, but her love interest is becoming less and less interested in her. She knows she needs a change, but she’s not sure what that change should be.
After the death of her parents, she decides with her sisters to move to the lake house where she has so many cherished memories from childhood, and the five of them will convert it to a bed and breakfast.
Her new home is torn up, and she needs to get re-licensed as a real estate agent in her new state. During her time off, she becomes reacquainted with the town and all of the people there.
With her sisters at her side, she attempts to forge her way in a new enterprise while finding the girl with a love of life who she lost along the way.
Come and visit Bear Lake to get to know the Romriell sisters and learn about their beautiful B&B.
One
Alyssa Romriell stepped out of her car into a huge puddle of slush. Salt Lake City could be beautiful, but the snow seemed never-ending on that dreary March day, and she would have done anything for sunshine. All around her were buildings covered with gray snow, and she could smell the smog.
The parking lot of her gym was being redone, and the members were being forced to park on the side of the street instead of in the parking lot they were used to, leaving the gym a virtual ghost town. Alyssa couldn’t stop going, though. No, even one day off, and she started to get pudgy again. She tried to watch what she ate, but it was so much easier to do another ten minutes on the treadmill instead. Learning to be mindful about her eating was difficult, because she’d always been slender until recent years.
She took a deep breath, thinking about how very much she hated being a slave to this place. She’d always thought she was fit, with a trim waist and hips, but when she’d started dating Tim, he’d made it clear he didn’t want to be seen with a woman as rotund as Alyssa. She had four sisters, and the others all commented on how thin she was, but obviously they didn’t know her like Tim did.
Walking through the door, she looked around her, noting the old gym equipment and the smell of old socks that always seemed to be part of a place where real bodybuilders worked out. And that’s where she had to exercise. She’d wanted to become a member of a posh health club where she could work out, and then sit in a sauna, and maybe a hot tub. Where she could get a massage when her muscles were a little sore.
But no. Tim had hooked her up with his friend, a personal trainer named Barbie. Barbie looked nothing like her name, though. She was built in a way that women rarely were, and her muscles had muscles. She did have blond hair like a Barbie doll, but it was cut short and spiked straight up on top of her head. And she usually had the tips colored green or blue. Never a soft, feminine color, though. There was nothing at all feminine about this Barbie.
“You’re late!” Barbie barked at her.
Alyssa sighed. “By one minute, and only because I stepped in a bunch of cold slush when I got out of my car. Give me a minute, and I’ll change into my work out clothes and be ready to go.”
Barbie merely grunted at her, and Alyssa hurried to the bathroom to carry out her plan. This place didn’t even have a locker room.
Alyssa changed out of her work clothes—a crisp blue skirt, a white blouse, and a blazer, complete with three-inch heels—and into a pair of sweats that were too big and an old t-shirt. She sat down and put on socks and shoes, and she was ready—physically at least.
The next hour was grueling as Barbie put Alyssa through her paces. Barbie pushed her much harder than she would ever push herself, and throughout, she heard, “You want to be strong, don’t you? You won’t get there if you don’t push!”
When the hour was over, Alyssa wiped the sweat from her face and hurried into the bathroom. There were no showers, so she did a quick sponge bath with paper towels in the sink there and changed back into her work clothes. She had a date with Tim, and he expected her to look nice for him.
She brushed her hair, added a pale pink lipstick, and hurried out of the gym, waving at Barbie, who was now grunting loudly as she lifted ridiculous amounts of weight. Being a gym rat suited the other woman perfectly, and Alyssa was sure she’d never seen her in anything but shorts.
In her car, Alyssa hurried to the restaurant where she was meeting Tim, and she arrived five minutes later. Her last client had really cut into the extra time she put into her day, and now she was running late for everything. She hated being late. But she knew Tim hated her being late even more.
Tim’s car was parked out front, but he wasn’t in it, so she hurried into the restaurant, realizing it had started snowing again. She did her best not to slip on the ice in front of the door and noticed a man who was carefully holding the elbow of his wife or girlfriend. She wished Tim did that for her, but he expected her to be self-sufficient, and she wanted to please him.
They’d dated for more than seven years now, not long after she’d received her real estate license and started doing well. From the moment she’d gotten her license, she’d been one of the best sellers in her firm. She was very good at what she did, and she had the paychecks to prove it. Of course, she tended to be good at everything she did, and she always had been. Everything but relationships apparently, because it seemed that she was incapable of pleasing her boyfriend.
When she walked inside, she spotted Tim at a table and wove her way through the restaurant to join him. She leaned down and kissed his cheek in greeting before sitting across from him and picking up the menu. She knew from past experience that if she didn’t decide what she wanted quickly, he would choose for her, and she would be having a side salad for supper. And after her workout, she needed a real meal.
Reading over the menu, she decided on a pot roast with mashed potatoes and carrots, all smothered in gravy. Tim wouldn’t approve, but she’d tell him about her workout, and it would appease him. She hoped.
She set the menu down and took a drink of the water in front of her. He’d obviously already ordered drinks, because he was sipping on a Coke.
“I’m sorry I was late.”
Tim shook his head. “I don’t know why you can’t keep better track of your time.”
Alyssa sighed. She hated disappoin
ting him. “My last client ran later than expected, but he made an offer today, which thrills me. And then, at the gym, I stepped in a huge pile of slush, and the water got into my shoe. And I think Barbie worked me for an extra five minutes, just to get back at me for being late.”
“Barbie wouldn’t do that. I’ve known her for years, and she’s one of the kindest women alive.” Tim speared her with his brown eyes, making her feel three inches tall.
“You’ve known her longer than me,” Alyssa said, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with him. She couldn’t agree, and she’d learned long ago not to argue. Tim was always right. She knew because he told her. Often. “How’d the job hunt go today?”
“Terrible.” Tim frowned. “I swear no one in this town is hiring. Not for a man of my talents. They all want some IT guy.”
Alyssa knew Tim had no desire to be an IT guy. He was a computer programmer and had once worked for a game designer. When he’d had to leave that job—he was fired due to nepotism—he had aspired to do the same thing over and over again. So far, it hadn’t happened. “Maybe you could be an IT guy, just for a little while. I know you’re getting behind on your bills . . .” She truly didn’t understand why he didn’t just take a job when it was offered. His unemployment had run out, and he needed money. Badly.
“Because it would be a step down. I don’t take steps down. Only up.” Tim looked angry that she’d even questioned him.
“But you’re not being offered a step up,” she said softly, hoping he’d see reason for a change.
“No, I’m not, but I should be.”
The waiter came to their table then, and they each gave their order.
After their server walked away, Tim shook his head at Alyssa. “I can’t believe you’re putting that into your body.”
“I missed lunch because I was so busy today, and then I had a pretty intense workout session. I think I can have some pot roast without putting weight on.” But she was embarrassed that he was confronting her about it.
“You know better than that.” He looked at her closely. “It might be time for you to try a new hair color. That shade of brunette really doesn’t look good on you. It makes you look mousy.”
“This is my natural color,” Alyssa said softly. “Remember? We decided that I should let it grow out and become its natural color again.” Well, he’d decided, and she’d capitulated. As always.
“Do what you want. I just don’t think I should be expected to be seen in public with a mouse.”
The waiter slid their salads in front of them, and Alyssa took her first bite eagerly. She wasn’t a fan of salad, but it was food, and she was hungry. “I’ll think about it.”
“You do that.” He forked up a bite of his own salad. “I need to borrow some money.”
Alyssa immediately nodded, knowing what was expected of her. Even when he was working, she made more than double what he did. “How much?” She started to add “this time,” but she had a feeling that wouldn’t go over well at all.
He named a figure that she well knew was much more than his bills for a month.
“Why so much?”
“Why are you questioning me? You know I’ll pay it back. I need new suits for interviews.” He gestured with his fork as he talked, flinging a small amount of ranch dressing at her. He expected her to eat vinaigrettes that were healthier, but he loved ranch.
“But you just got new suits six months ago.” She knew because she’d footed the bill.
He frowned. “They don’t fit anymore.”
She looked more closely at him, and she could see that he’d put on some weight. She couldn’t mention it, because she knew how much it hurt when he mentioned her weight, so she let it go. “I see. All right. I don’t have my checkbook with me, but I’ll get you the money tomorrow.”
“Good.”
Their salad bowls were whisked away, and the entrees were placed before them. This restaurant was on the nicer side and usually one of her favorites. The night was not going well, though. She’d lost two pounds, and she had hoped he would notice and say something. Her mother certainly noticed and fussed over her whenever they saw one another.
The atmosphere was intimate, with soft jazz playing in the background. The food was good, mostly comfort food, but there were grilled chicken and fish mixed in. The aroma made her stomach sit up and pay attention.
She picked up her fork and took a bite of her pot roast, wanting to groan aloud it tasted so good. She knew it would just anger Tim, though.
When they were finished eating, he slid the check toward her to pay. She tucked her Visa into the slot in the black check folder and pushed it to the edge of the table for the waiter to pick up.
“What are your plans for the weekend?” She tried to keep her voice casual. They’d been an item for so long that he often forgot to set up plans with her, and they went days between contact at times.
“I’m going skiing with some buddies.” Tim leaned back in his chair, watching her face. “No girls allowed.”
“I see.” Skiing was an expensive hobby of his. One of many. “I hope you have a good time.”
“Oh, I will. I always do.”
The waiter brought her card back, and she signed the slip, adding a tip and putting the card back into her wallet. “I think I’ll have to work. There are lots of people who are interested in seeing houses this weekend.” She needed to have something to do so he knew she wouldn’t be sitting home alone pining for him.
They walked to their cars, and he watched as she slipped a little on the ice, catching herself at the last moment. “Be careful. It would be embarrassing for both of us if you landed on your bottom on the pavement.”
When they reached his car, he kissed her briefly, and it felt as if he was going through the motions—kissing her because it was expected of him. “I’ll come by your office tomorrow to pick up the money.”
Alyssa nodded. “G’night, Tim.”
He was already in his car and reversing out of the parking lot. She simply stood there, watching him drive away before walking to her own car and getting in. She couldn’t help but wonder when he’d started going through the motions of a relationship instead of really caring about her. He had cared once, hadn’t he?
After a moment, she pulled herself together and reached for the glove compartment and the emergency box of Junior Mints she always kept there. Junior Mints fixed everything.
Two
Nick Peot dressed for work in the dark, not wanting to wake his sleeping fiancée, Kami. If she was true to form, she wouldn’t get up until noon, and then she’d spend her day frittering the time away. When he got home, she would say she’d been too tired to make dinner, and he would need to take her out somewhere.
He sighed. She wasn’t the woman he’d thought she was six months before when he’d asked her to marry him, and they’d moved in together.
He glanced at her in the dark. She wore a black sleep mask to block out light, and yet she still complained if he turned on a dim light to get dressed in the mornings. Her blond hair spread out over the pillow like a fan, and her face was completely relaxed. Or if it wasn’t, it should be. Her twice weekly facials he paid for should keep her face as relaxed as her well-massaged body.
Nick left the room and sank down on the couch to put on his socks and boots. By the bits of sunlight streaming in through the window, he looked around the living room of the log cabin he’d built with his own hands on the weekends. It had taken him three years to finish it, but he couldn’t imagine living somewhere he’d be prouder of. It was a three-bedroom, two-bath cabin, with a well-equipped kitchen. Despite the modern kitchen, it still looked as if it was something out of a historical novel. He felt good about living there, and he would build on as his family grew—if it ever did. If he was going to go through with the lavish wedding Kami was planning, then he doubted kids were even an option. She wouldn’t let her figure go for something as unworthy as having his children.
He got to his feet and heade
d for the door. Kami complained if he “rattled around in the kitchen” in the mornings making himself breakfast, so he’d stop at a Maverik along the way. They didn’t have his first choice in breakfasts, but they had something that would work for him.
As he drove to nearby Garden City, Utah from the tiny town of Richland, Idaho, where he’d been born and raised, his thoughts were still on Kami and his dreadful situation with her. He needed to break things off—and soon—but he knew she was going to turn on the water works. Kami wasn’t a girl who cried naturally, he’d learned. She just turned on the tears when they suited whatever situation she was in. She manipulated people with her tears, plain and simple.
Nick felt terrible even having these thoughts about the woman he was supposed to marry, but after several months of her doing nothing to even clean the house, he had gotten to this point. He worked all week, went home every day to take her out to dinner, and he spent his weekends catching up on cleaning and doing laundry. If he wanted anything done, he had to do it himself, which wasn’t how he’d seen her being a stay-at-home wife going. He was sure now that she had started the way she’d meant them to go on after marriage.
He stopped for a breakfast burrito at the Maverik before he moved onto the jobsite. He was doing a bathroom renovation on a lake house in Garden City. The job would take about two weeks for him to do, and then he’d have to find something else. Summer was coming, and since people tended to spend more time at the lake in the summers, they didn’t usually want to have work done then. Summers were lean for a building contractor in the area, and he’d often have to drive out farther. The best he could hope for would be building a deck, because people understood that had to be done in summer months.
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