only six, Shannon didn’t think they should try to go beyond the ledge.
She tossed her saucer to the snow. “I’m ready.”
Finley followed suit. “I’m ready, too.”
They plopped onto their saucers, scooted a bit to get them going then careened down the hill. Finley’s squealing giggles filled the quiet air. Hearing her, Shannon laughed. They flew down the slope and, as predicted, their saucers ran out of steam on the ledge.
Finley bounced up. “Let’s go again!” She grabbed her saucer and started up the hill.
“Walk along the side!” Shannon called. “We don’t want to make our slope bumpy from footprints.”
To Shannon’s complete amazement, Finley said, “Okay!” and moved to the side of the hill.
When they reached the top, Rory said, “Okay, everybody out of my way. I’m taking this puppy for a ride.”
He threw the runner sled onto the snow and landed on top of it, sending it racing down the hill. He hit the ledge, but his sled didn’t stop. The ledge didn’t even slow the sleek runners. Smooth and thin, they whizzed across the ledge as if it were nothing. In seconds Rory and his sled headed down the bigger hill and disappeared.
Finley screamed.
Thinking she was terrified, Shannon spun to face her, but the little girl’s face glowed with laughter. Shannon’s lips twitched. Then she burst out laughing, too.
“Do you think we’ll ever see him again?”
Finley’s giggles multiplied. “How far down does the hill go?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never been back that far.”
The world around them grew silent. Now that the fun of seeing him disappear was over, Shannon’s tummy tugged with concern. As fast as he was going, he could have hit a tree. He could be at the bottom of the hill, unconscious.
“We better go check on him.”
“Can we ride our sleds down to the ledge?”
Shannon laughed and patted Finley’s head. Kids really had no comprehension of danger. But before she could reply, Rory called, “I’m okay!”
His voice echoed in the silence around them. But knowing he was fine, Shannon tossed her saucer to the ground. “Race you to the ledge.”
Finley positioned her sled and jumped on. They squealed with laughter as they sped down the hill. On the ledge, both popped off their sleds, ran to the edge and peered over. At least fifty feet below, Rory dragged his sled up the hill.
He waved.
Finley waved. “Hi, Daddy!” Then she glanced around when her voice echoed around her. “That is so cool.”
“It’s a cool place.” She turned Finley toward the top of the hill again. “I’ll bet we can sled down twice before your dad gets to the ledge.”
Finley grabbed her sled. “Okay!”
They raced down another two times before Rory finally joined them on the ledge. “That was some ride.”
Shannon peered over the edge. A reasonably wide strip wound between the rows of trees, but the hill itself was steep and long. “I’ll bet it was.”
He offered the runner sled to her. “Wanna try?”
She laughed. “Not a chance.”
“Hey, sledding was your idea. I thought you were a pro.”
“I haven’t really gone sledding in years—”
Before she could finish her sentence Rory tossed the sled to the ground and punched into her like a line-backer. She fell on the sled. He fell on top of her and they took off down the hill. For several seconds she had no breath. When she finally caught a gulp of air, she screamed. Really screamed. But soon her screams of fear became screams of delight. The thrill of the speed whooshed through her. The wind whipping across her face felt glorious.
They hit the bottom with a thump.
Obviously paying attention to the grove of trees ahead of them, Rory banked left, toppling the sled to a stop. She rolled on the ground. He rolled beside her.
She turned her head to face him; he turned to face her and they burst out laughing.
Finley’s little voice echoed down the hill. “Me next, Daddy!”
He bounced up and held his hand out to Shannon, helping her up.
“That was amazing.”
He picked up the sled. “I know. It was like being a kid again. Fun. Free.” Holding the sled with one hand, he looped his other arm across her shoulders. “Now we have to trudge about fifty feet up a hill.”
She laughed, but her insides tickled. Even working at the store, she’d been nothing but lonely in the past year. Not because she didn’t have friends. She did. Lots of them. Not because she missed her husband. Any man who’d desert a woman the day she had a hysterectomy was an ass. But because she’d missed belonging. With Rory and Finley she felt as if she belonged.
She sucked in a breath, erasing that thought. These two would be with her for one more day—well, one evening and one night. Maybe breakfast in the morning. She couldn’t get attached to them.
Still, when they reached the top and found Finley bouncing with delight, happiness filled her again. Finley was a sweet little girl who deserved some fun. Maybe even a break from the reality of her life—that her mom didn’t want her.
Rory scooped her off the ground and fell with her onto the sled. The weight of their bodies set the sled in motion and it slid down the little slope. Shannon fell to her own sled and careened behind them so she could jump off when she reached the ledge and watch them as they whipped down the bigger hill.
Finley’s squeals of pleasure echoed through the forest. Shannon’s chest puffed out with pride. She’d thought of the idea that had turned a potentially dismal afternoon into an afternoon of joy.
She watched Finley and Rory plod back up the hill. When they reached the ledge, she stooped down and hugged Finley. “That was fun, wasn’t it?”
Her eyes rounded with joy. “It was great!” She turned to her dad. “Let’s go again.”
“Hey, I just slogged up that hill three times. I need a break.” He headed up the slope again. “But you can ride your saucer down the little hill as much as you want.”
Surprisingly, Finley said, “Okay,” and followed him up the slope. At the top, she set her butt on the saucer and sent herself lobbing down the hill.
Rory dropped to the snow. “I am seriously tired.”
Shannon plopped beside him. “After three little rides?”
He tweaked a curl that had escaped from her knit cap. “Three little
