The truth was becoming increasingly clear to Calliope Clutterbuck. Her sister, Melody, had Will. Her friend Casey had Scott, and, as they’d all just found out, a baby on the way. Even her friend Sandy—who they’d all been certain would be single and proud ’til her dying day—had Jogi. And Calliope?

She had no one.

And it sucked.

Because Calliope was good at many things—baking scones, doing math in her head, picking the perfect heels to go with any dress—but flying solo was not one of them.

“Hey, it’s a gorgeous day, and I’m going for a hike along the Green River. You wanna come?” she asked Melody as she strode into the main room of her family’s eccentric apartment one fall morning. She held her hiking boots, and had a backpack slung over one shoulder.

Melody lounged in one of the soft chairs under a window glowing with morning sun. The potted tree next to her made it look as though she were sipping her coffee and reading her book in some tropical resort instead of in the middle of arid Wyoming. She glanced up as Calliope flopped into the chair on the other side of the window, dropped her backpack, and started to put her boots on.

“Thanks, but Will and I have plans.” Melody smiled across the large room to the double-doorway that led to the kitchen.

Will was fixing some sort of breakfast at the counter in nothing but his shorts and a faded t-shirt. At the sound of his name, he turned and gave Melody a heated smile. That, in turn, made Melody grin even wider. Will winked at her, and when Melody started giggling, then bit her lip to make herself stop, Calliope’s heart sank.

Not that she wasn’t happy her sister was in love. Quite the opposite. Melody deserved all the happiness in the world. She’d found it with Will. Stodgy, serious Will…who, admittedly, looked pretty damn good in shorts and a t-shirt. But Calliope couldn’t go lusting after her sister’s boyfriend. Especially not since he kind of felt more like a brother to her since moving in to the family home. But watching the way he and Melody were having eye sex across the living room made her feel as though she were somewhere in the outer layers of the Earth’s atmosphere instead of sitting a few feet away from the person she thought would be her best friend for life.

“So, no to the hiking, then,” she sighed, bending to finish tying the laces of her boot.

It took a few more seconds before Melody said, “What? Oh. Yeah, I’m sorry that I can’t go.”

Calliope smiled. “No problem. I understand.”

She did understand, but that didn’t mean she liked it. Although it wasn’t any of her business whether she liked or didn’t like what Melody did. Melody was her sister, not her wife.

But still.

“I guess I could call Laura up to see if she wants to come.” Her boots tied, Calliope stood and crossed to the large, low family dining table, where her dad sat on a wide, oriental cushion, eating cereal and reading something on his tablet. She bent to pick up her phone from the end of the table, giving her dad a smile. “I’ve been wanting to get to know Laura better for a while.”

“Uh, Ted and Laura drove up to Kemmerer for the weekend to look at fossils,” Will called from the kitchen. “They’ve been planning that getaway for a while.”

“Oh.” Calliope straightened. She stared at her phone, wondering who to call. Her shoulders slumped. Her gut felt heavy. Nope, she didn’t do “alone” very well at all.

She stared up at the mobile that dominated the living room, but the swirling, airborne couples in their various poses of coital ecstasy didn’t make her feel better. They all seemed to be having more fun than she was. Which was highly unusual, considering how well she usually did in the man department.

She let out a frustrated sigh and marched back to the chair by the window, phone in hand. There had to be someone in Haskell who wasn’t married or coupled or getting it on with the neighbors. She sighed again, and tapped on her phone to call the only friend she could think of who wasn’t in a relationship.

“Hello?” Rita Templesmith answered after four rings. She sounded distracted. Not a good sign.

“Hey, Rita. It’s Calliope.”

Across from Calliope, Melody glanced up and mouthed something, but Calliope ignored her.

“Hey, girl, what’s up?” Rita’s voice instantly brightened, putting Calliope at ease.

“I was just wondering if you wanted to go for a hike with me along the Green River today,” Calliope said.

Rita laughed. “I wish I could, but I’m kind of in Allentown at the moment.”

“Allentown?” Calliope frowned.

“Pennsylvania,” Rita clarified.

Calliope blinked. “What are you doing in Allentown, Pennsylvania?”

“I had a job interview yesterday. Chief of Staff for the Psychiatry department of Lehigh Hospital.”

“Really? That’s great,” Calliope said, though her heart sank further. “Did it go well?”

“I think it did.” Calliope could hear the excitement in her friend’s voice. “Oh. I’ve gotta go. A couple of the nurses invited me to do this obstacle course thing they made on one of the ski slopes. I’m about to get muddy.”

“Muddy? You?” Calliope laughed, not really feeling it. “Okay, have fun with that.”

She and Rita said their goodbyes and hung up.

Calliope sighed…again.

“I could have told you Rita was out of town,” Melody said. She wasn’t being deliberately unkind, but her remark stung Calliope all the same. It underscored how out of the loop she was, how abandoned.

She pushed herself out of her chair, pacing across the room. “There has to be someone I can hang out with,” she said to no one in particular, but hoping someone would answer all the same.

“You know what you should do?” her dad asked, pointing at her with the spoon from his cereal. “You should get involved in Howie’s next mixer.”

Calliope planted a hand on her hip and arched a brow at him. “I would get involved, but Howie still hasn’t decided exactly what he wants it to be yet.”

“Really?” her mom joined the conversation from the loft above them. A second later, she walked to the railing and looked down at them. She wore a flowing robe of sheet cotton that looked a bit like fairy wings, and a sheath dress that didn’t leave much to the imagination under that. Typical mom. “I thought he was going to do some sort of project to renovate some of Haskell’s historic buildings.”

“That’s what I heard too,” her dad said. He glanced up, met her mom’s eyes, and grinned. Her mom winked back. The two of them were worse than Melody and Will.

“That’s the plan,” Calliope said as her mom backed away from the railing and disappeared, no doubt heading downstairs to join them. She tried to keep the hollow feeling of being the fifth wheel at bay. “But you know Howie. He wants to make it into some kind of a competition instead of just volunteer work. I don’t know if he’s figured out how to do that yet.”

“Whoever bangs the most nails into the walls first wins an all-expense-paid trip to the hammer capital of the world?” Will joked, straight-faced, as he brought a plate with an omelet into the living room and sat at the table. For a guy who had been as uptight as Will had been, he sure did look natural sitting cross-legged on a cushion at their unconventional table.

Bang. Nail. Hammer. None of those words were helping Calliope feel any less like a lonely hole in search of a peg.

And yet, if it were as easy as just needing to get laid, she could go hang out at The Silver Dollar Saloon and see if anyone else had an itch that needed scratching.

No, this restless, empty feeling had nothing to do with sex.

“What ever happened to some of the friends you had in school?” her mom asked as she floated into the room from the hallway. “Maybe one of them is up for a hike today.”

“Yeah.” Her dad brightened, either at the idea or because her mom curled up on his cushion by his side, giving him a kiss. “What about Kathy Standish? I heard she just moved back into town. Didn’t you two used to be best friends.”

Calliope laughed, and not altogether happily. “In seventh grade, yes.”

“So go ask her to hike with you.”

“We were best friends in seventh grade,” Calliope said, crossing her arms. “But then we were put in different classes for eighth grade and became mortal enemies.”

“Mortal enemies?” Will arched a brow.

“In eighth grade?” her dad added.

“I remember that,” Melody joined in from across the room. She laughed. “You two were ridiculous. That time you told her she wasn’t allowed to wear green and she said you weren’t allowed to wear pink, and anyone in the class who wore either color ‘had cooties’.”

Her mom hmphed. “I remember having to return a bunch of pink clothes when you refused to wear them.”

“And I wouldn’t wear either color.” Melody went on laughing.

Any other day, Calliope would have laughed along with her. She and Kathy had been ridiculous. Most eighth-grade girls were. But for some reason, the story, the memory, and her sister’s laughter grated on her as if she were still in eighth grade, glaring at Kathy across the lunchroom. It was like her brain and her emotions had been hijacked and she was grumpy when she wanted to be happy, and restless when she wanted to be relaxed.

If only she had someone to talk about it with.

“I’m not going to hunt Kathy down to see if she wants to go on a hike out of the blue,” she said, walking back to the chair to fetch her backpack.

“Besides,” Melody added. “Kathy just got married last month. She’s Kathy McVee now.”

Calliope cringed, pretending the expression was over the weight of her backpack settling on her shoulders. Even Pink Kathy was with someone. Calliope was the last woman standing. She was a rock, she was an island. Nobody loved her, everybody hated her, she was gonna go eat worms.

“You know,” Melody said, her expression turning mischievous. “You could always see if Jonathan Cross wants to go for a hike.”

Every one of Calliope’s frazzled, pinched, frustrated nerves unfurled into screaming self-consciousness. “I barely know Jonathan,” she said, avoiding her sister’s eyes and blushing.

“There’s a way to change that,” Melody said, needling her with a look.

“But not by calling him out of the blue to ask if he wants to go for a hike.”

“Jonathan loves hiking,” Will said between bites of omelet. “He usually goes off hiking or biking or rock climbing every weekend. I’m sure he’d love to have someone tag along with him.”

Calliope’s face and neck went hot. Honestly, other parts of her went hot too. On paper, Jonathan Cross was the ideal solution to the restless, left-out feelings that wouldn’t leave her alone. But it wasn’t exactly best practice to call up a guy on the fly and ask to be his girlfriend.

“Yeah, maybe. I’ll think about it,” she said, heading toward the door. “Or maybe I should just get used to doing things on my own. You know. A little self-reliance is good for building character.”

“Although you’ve always been happier when you have a buddy to buddy up with,” her dad said.

Calliope wasn’t sure if she loved him or hated him. No, she loved him. Dearly. But sometimes he was just so…Dad.

“You’re not in eighth grade anymore, honey,” her mom said. “You can talk to Kathy—or anyone else, for that matter—now. You’ve always been good at making new friends, so why not go for it?”

“There’s more to the story with Kathy than you know about, Mom. But I’ll be fine,” she assured them, inching closer to the door. “Besides, I don’t have Jonathan’s phone number.”

“I’ve got it.” Will started to stand up. “Hold on, it’s in my phone.”

“I’m fine!” Calliope snapped, a little too loudly.

She knew she’d overdone it when four sets of eyes blinked back at her. The worst part was, she didn’t feel fine, as hard as she protested. She didn’t want to hike alone. She didn’t want to join in Howie’s next event on her own either. No more than she wanted to get ice cream alone, go to the movies alone, or end up dying alone.

Calliope Clutterbuck did not do alone.

And yet, there she was.

She rolled her eyes as if her family were being silly, then turned and marched out the door, grabbing the keys to her SUV on the way. And really, why were they so concerned about her? They were the ones who had gotten involved in relationships. If they were so all-fired concerned about how she felt and about her not having a buddy, why did they—and everyone else in the world—dive into relationships anyhow?

Although she supposed it was a good thing that her parents had gotten involved. She rather liked existing.

Even if it was harder than usual at the moment.

She reached her SUV in the private lot behind the buildings that housed the Clutterbuck’s flower store and apartment, and hopped in, tossing her backpack onto the passenger seat. Within five minutes, she was on the highway, where she could let her thoughts wander.

She was being ridiculous. Other people had a right to fall in love and have their worlds revolve around someone else. She was silly to take it personally. And really, it wasn’t like she was angry with anyone for dating. If she were going to ascribe any nasty, juvenile emotion to herself, she was jealous. Being in a relationship was fun. Dating was awesome. And her dad was right. Having a buddy to do things with—like hiking on the weekends—was how she liked to operate. That heady mix of chemicals that came from connecting with the right person was the best feeling in the universe.

By the time she exited the highway and drove through the town of Green River to the public parking lot where the hiking trail began, Calliope was almost convinced that she was a sane and rational human being who could handle relying on herself for a while. Plenty of people were their own best friends.

She checked the laces on her hiking boots one last time, adjusted her backpack over her shoulders, and started off along the trail that followed the eastern side of the river. It was a beautiful, fall day. The weather had finally started to cool off, but it hadn’t reached the point where it suddenly shifted to the deep-freeze. Most of the area around Haskell was high prairie, which meant it was flat, vast, and dotted with scrubby bushes and tufts of desert grass. But the area around the Green River was, well, green. The ribbon of vegetation wound through gorges and cliffs.

As Calliope set off, she imagined Wild West outlaws on the run after robbing stagecoaches. She’d heard stories like that all throughout her childhood. She’d especially liked the stories from her Local History classes about Haskell’s first sheriff, Trey Knighton, keeping the peace and bringing justice to the original settlers. The same year that she and Kathy Standish had been wrapped up in wars over green and pink, she’d done a book report about Trey Knighton and the posse of men from the original Paradise Ranch when they tracked down a gang of horse thieves. She’d found a picture of Trey Knighton too, and hubba hubba!

Of course, then her mom had told her that they were distantly related to Trey Knighton on her grandmother’s side, and Kathy found out that one of her Standish relatives had married Trey Knighton’s daughter, which meant that the two of them were related. It had ruined the whole project for Calliope to find out she and her arch-nemesis were distant cousins. Never mind the fact that most people in Haskell were distant cousins to one degree or another. It just didn’t seem fair that—

Calliope yelped as the ground gave way under her foot and she tipped sideways. Her arms windmilled as she tried to stop her fall, but she went down anyhow. And because she’d been paying far more attention to her grumpy thoughts than to where she was walking, she hadn’t realized how close she’d strayed to the edge of a crevasse that split one side of the cliff bordering the river from the other. The ground crumbled under her, and she slipped right between the two cliff walls, wedging all the way up to her chest. Thank God she was able to catch herself before she disappeared into the crevasse for good.

“Oh, hell.” She moved her legs gingerly, praying that her feet would find purchase against one of the crevasse’s walls. “Help?” she called out halfheartedly at first.

If she could just stabilize herself, maybe she could muscle her way back up to the path.

But the second she thought she had a foothold, the rock crumbled under her yet again, jerking her down.

“Help!” She called out, much louder. Panic squeezed at her chest. Part of her wanted to look down, to see how bad of a fall she was about to have or, worse still, how tightly and how far down she would be wedged between the rock walls. “Seriously, help!” She shouted with everything she had left.

Her ankle hurt where she’d twisted it. Her chest squeezed in panic. Her arms ached as she tried to hold on with everything she had. Yep, she was going to die alone, all right. Way sooner than she had imagined.