Single Dads Collection. Lynne Marshall

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      They waited until Bryony’s mother opened the door and then Jack gave a wave and hit the accelerator.

      Suddenly Bryony was very aware that it was just the two of them and she stared out of the window, for the first time in her life not knowing what to say.

      ‘We think we know where they are,’ Jack told her, flicking the indicator and turning down a narrow road. ‘It’s just a question of what state they’ll be in when we get there.’

      Which was why Sean had sent them as the advance party, Bryony thought. He wanted doctors. Which meant that he was anticipating trouble.

      She picked up the map. ‘What’s the grid reference?’

      He told her and she traced it with her finger. ‘They’re in the ghyll?’

      ‘Sounds like it.’

      Bryony looked at him in concern. ‘But the water level is terribly high after all that rain we’ve had…’

      ‘That’s right.’ Jack’s voice was even and he brought the vehicle to a halt. ‘Which is why we need to get a move on. Personally I doubt they’ll be able to fly a helicopter in this. Sean has called the whole team out, but we’re going on ahead.’

      He sprang out of the vehicle and reached for the equipment that they’d need. They worked quickly and quietly, each knowing what the other was doing.

      ‘You ready?’ Jack lifted an eyebrow in her direction and she nodded.

      ‘Let’s go.’

      Jack set off at a fast pace and Bryony followed, knowing that speed was important. After a night out in the open in the wet and temperatures below freezing, the boys would be in serious trouble.

      They had to reach them fast.

      The path grew steeper, the mist came down and Jack shook his head. ‘It’s November, it’s freezing cold and the visibility is zero.’ He hitched his rucksack more comfortably on his broad shoulders and squinted into the mist. ‘Who the hell chooses to climb mountains at this time of year?’

      ‘You do it all the time,’ Bryony pointed out, checking her compass again. ‘One of these days we’re going to be out here rescuing you.’

      ‘Never.’ He winked and gave her a sexy grin. ‘I am invincible.’

      Bryony rolled her eyes. ‘And arrogant.’ She stopped dead and he looked at her questioningly.

      ‘Why have you stopped?’

      ‘Because your ego is blocking my path.’

      Jack laughed and then the laughter faded. ‘Listen, Blondie, about last night—’

      ‘Not now,’ Bryony said hastily. She really didn’t want to tackle the subject again so soon, especially not halfway up a mountain.

      ‘I just wanted to apologise,’ he said softly. ‘I was out of line. You’re a brilliant mother and I know you’ll do what’s right for Lizzie.’

      Stunned by his apology, Bryony lost her ability to speak. She’d never heard Jack apologise for anything before.

      ‘Let’s forget it,’ she mumbled, and Jack nodded, his blue eyes studying her closely.

      ‘All right. We’ll talk about it later.’ He glanced up the path and frowned. ‘There is no way that helicopter is going to fly in this.’

      ‘So we evacuate them down the mountain.’

      He nodded and then turned to her, his eyes twinkling wickedly. ‘Why did the blonde stare at the can of frozen orange juice?’ He leaned forward and tucked a strand of hair back under her hat. ‘Because it said “concentrate”.’

      Bryony tipped her head on one side and stared back at him. ‘Why are men like government bonds?’ He lifted an eyebrow, his eyes dancing, and she smiled sweetly. ‘Because they take for ever to mature. Now, can we get on with this rescue?’

      They stuck to the path and the mist grew thicker. Jack’s radio crackled to life and he paused and had a quick conversation with Sean back at base.

      ‘They’re sending out the whole team,’ he told her when he came off the radio, ‘but I reckon we must be nearly at the place where they were last seen.’

      Bryony stood still, listening, but all she could hear was the rush of water. The freezing air snaked through her clothing and she shivered.

      ‘If they didn’t have any protection last night, they won’t have stood a chance,’ she muttered, and Jack nodded, his handsome face serious.

      ‘Better find them, fast.’

      He started up the track again and then stopped, squinting down into the ghyll. ‘Do you see something?’

      ‘What?’ Bryony stepped towards the edge but Jack reached out a strong arm and clamped her against him.

      ‘If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather you didn’t go over the edge, too,’ he said dryly, keeping his arm round her as he peered through the mist into the ghyll again.

      Bryony held her breath, painfully conscious of his hard body pressed against hers.

      ‘I don’t see anything.’ She wondered when he was going to let her go and was about to ask when she spotted a flash of red below them. ‘OK, I see something.’

      ‘Me, too.’ Jack released her. ‘There’s a path here but it’s narrow and slippery. Think you can manage, Blondie? You have to put one leg in front of the other and not fall over.’

      ‘It’ll be a struggle, but I’ll do my best,’ Bryony assured him earnestly, relieved that their relationship seemed to have restored itself to its usual level. ‘What about you? Think you can find your way without asking for directions?’

      They kept up the banter as they picked their way down the path, and finally they reached the bottom and immediately saw the boys huddled together by a boulder.

      Jack closed the distance in seconds and dropped to his haunches, his expression concerned. ‘Hi, there—nice day for a stroll in the mountains.’

      ‘We thought no one was ever coming,’ the boy whispered, his teeth chattering as he spoke. ‘Martyn keeps falling asleep and leaving me on my own.’

      ‘Right. Put a bivouac tent over them.’ Jerking his head to indicate that Bryony should deal with the conscious child, Jack shifted his position so that he could examine the other boy.

      He was lying still, moaning quietly, his cheeks pale and his lips blue.

      Jack spoke to him quietly and checked his pulse while Bryony checked the other boy for injuries. Once she was satisfied that he was just cold and shaken, she erected the tent and helped him to scramble inside a casualty bag.

      ‘What’s your name?’

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