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      “One day, tops. Maybe less.”

      “Okay. Should be a short trip, then.”

      “Really short if we get lucky and find Stephen at the first ski hill.” She smiled at him hopefully, and he actually got the sensation of something fluttering in his gut.

      Was it nerves about the possibility that he might meet his son as early as tomorrow?

      Or was it excitement at the idea of spending the next few days with this intriguing woman?

      JUST BEFORE LANDING, the pilot came on the intercom to tell them it was snowing in Calgary. A chorus of groans rose up from the passengers. Nadine wondered anxiously about the roads.

      Sure enough, once they’d deplaned and picked up the Subaru Patrick had reserved for their trip, visibility was getting to be an issue.

      “I’ve driven in worse than this,” Patrick assured her, but as they left the city lights behind, Nadine was spooked by the utter darkness around her. It was only six-thirty, but at this time of year, this far north, the sun was long gone.

      “I never thought I’d say this, but I wouldn’t mind a few streetlamps and neon signs.”

      “You’re in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, sweetheart, and those words are blasphemy here.”

      Maybe so, but between the blackness of the night and the hypnotic pummeling of snowflakes, there were times she couldn’t see the lines on the highway. Meanwhile cars were still traveling at speeds exceeding the posted 110 kilometers per hour limit.