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 steep 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.”
“Alcohol and hypothermia aren’t a good combination.”
She enjoyed their banter, probably more than she should.
Luke’s arrival at Glensay had calmed the restlessness inside her that always seemed to be present these days. It was as if he’d brought part of the outside world with him, quenching some of her thirst for adventure.
Bonnie was bounding in happy circles, tail wagging.
“You’re lucky she is a superstar, or you would have been lying there for a lot longer.”
“I’m supposed to feel grateful that I’m cold and wet?”
“If this was a real avalanche, you’d be falling at her furry paws and pledging lifelong love and allegiance.”
He stamped the snow from his boots. “If this was a real avalanche, I would have been wearing a transceiver and carrying a shovel and probe.”
“That assumes you would have been climbing or skiing with people who knew what to do with a transceiver, a shovel and a probe.”
“Do people volunteer to do this more than once?”
“Yes. We have a team of ‘dogsbodies’ who volunteer during our training exercises.”
“And they’re still alive?”
“Mostly. We don’t often do avalanche training. Sometimes you just get to lie in a soaking wet grassy hole on the side of the mountain.”
“Stop or I’ll never recover from the searing disappointment that comes from knowing I missed that experience.” He had the lean, athletic build of a climber and the rugged looks of a man who spent his life exposed to the elements.
The strength of the attraction had come as a surprise to her.
She was wary of relationships. In a small community like the one she lived in, you couldn’t walk away when a romance ended. There was a strong likelihood you were going to see the person every day. It had happened to her, and she wasn’t in a hurry to repeat the experience.
Rory called out to them. “Everything okay over there?”
Posy turned her head. “I think the victim has hypothermia.”
“Victim?” Luke arched an eyebrow. “Less of the ‘victim,’ thank you. It’s not how I see myself.” He bent to stroke Bonnie. “You’re the only girl for me. If I really had been buried in that avalanche and you rescued me, I’d have to marry you.”
“Mr. and Mrs. Golden Retriever. I predict many years of happiness.” Before Posy could dodge, Luke stuffed a handful of snow down the neck of her jacket.
Ice trickled over her skin and she gasped. “That’s immature.”
“But satisfying. And now you’re cold,
