So what was she going to do if she was pregnant?
4
Posy
In a remote valley in the Scottish Highlands, Posy McBride stood at the base of an avalanche field buffeted by an icy wind. It froze exposed skin and crept through gaps in clothing. The air smelled sharply of winter and each breath emerged as a cloud of vapor.
Snow the size of boulders lay strewn across an area that attracted climbers from all over the world. This area of the Highlands was known for its stee
p cliffs, challenging routes and its tendency to avalanche in the winter months.
The dog waiting next to her was tense with anticipation and excitement.
“Away find!” Posy gave the command and the dog bounded onto the debris field, weaving to and fro, nose to the snow.
Other members of the mountain rescue team had formed a probe line and were searching with slow, methodical purpose.
“She’s a champ,” Posy muttered, striding to catch up as Bonnie struggled over the huge boulders of snow, a smudge of gold in a sea of white as she searched for human scent.
Rory, the training officer for the team, walked up to her, a radio in his hand. “Phil fell over a few times. His scent will be all over the snow. That’s going to confuse her.”
“It’s not going to confuse her. She’s trained in air scent and trailing.” Posy didn’t take her eyes off Bonnie. “See? She’s showing interest in that spot right there. She’s a natural.”
“Phil would have put human scent on the surface.”
At that moment Bonnie started barking. Then she flew across the snow back to Posy.
“Show me!” Posy followed her back to the place that had caught her attention.
Rory followed at a slower pace, cursing as he stumbled. “I bet Luke a tenner she wouldn’t find him.”
“And for that lack of faith you’re going to have to pay up.” Posy reached Bonnie, who was now playing tug-of-war with a sweater. “You’re Wonder Dog. Good girl, good girl.” This, fortunately, was a training exercise, but still she made a big fuss of the dog, giving Bonnie her favorite squeaky toy as a reward. Then she grinned down at the man lying half-buried in the snow. “Hello there. How are you feeling today?”
He returned the smile, even though she knew he must be freezing and uncomfortable. Snow clung to his jacket, his jaw and his eyelashes. “I’m not sure. I might need mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.”
“You should be so lucky.” Posy stroked Bonnie’s soft fur. Working with the dog thrilled her and she was in awe of the animal’s skills. They could do so much more than a human. “You are the best search and rescue dog who ever roamed the planet.”
Their “victim” cleared his throat. “Excuse me—I’m still in this hole. Aren’t you at least going to pull me out? Is this how you treat someone caught in an avalanche?”
“Don’t be a wimp. You can haul yourself out.”
“Wimp?” He struggled upright, wincing as snow slid inside the neck of his jacket. “Hell of a date, Posy McBride. When you said you wanted my body, this wasn’t what I imagined.”
“No?”
“No.” He removed a lump of snow from his neck. “You said, ‘I want your body on Saturday,’ and I was good with that. I like a woman who knows what she wants. I thought to myself, dinner and then a movie. Or maybe a cozy evening in the Glensay Inn followed by a romantic stroll. Setting the scene before we get naked together.” He levered himself out of the snowy hole and she laughed.
“You look like the Abominable Snowman.”
“Your concern warms me, which is good because I may have hypothermia.”
Her smile widened. “You think?”
“That’s generally what happens when a person lies buried by snow for a couple of hours waiting for a dog to find him.” He brushed thick layers of snow from his sleeve. “I have snow in places I didn’t even know snow could reach. Any chance of a wee warming dram?”
“Somehow that phrase doesn’t sound right spoken in a New York accent.”
“I’ll use whatever accent you prefer as long as you pour me whiskey.”