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Single Dads Collection. Lynne Marshall
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isbn 9780008900625
Автор произведения Lynne Marshall
Серия Mills & Boon e-Book Collections
Издательство HarperCollins
‘Is that a callout?’ Lizzie was by her bed in a flash, her eyes huge. ‘Is someone in trouble on the mountain?’
Bryony picked up her pager and was reading the message when the phone rang. Lizzie grabbed it immediately.
‘Hunter household, Elizabeth Hunter speaking,’ she said formally, the angle of her chin suggesting that she was very proud of herself. She listened for a moment and then a smile spread across her face. ‘Hello, Jack! Yes, Mummy’s right here… I’ll tell her. Will I see you later?’
Bryony pulled on her clothes and sprinted to the bathroom to clean her teeth. By the time she’d finished, Lizzie was off the phone.
‘There’s a party of Duke of Edinburgh Award boys overdue,’ she said importantly. ‘They’re sending out the whole team but Sean wants you and Jack to be an advance party. Jack is picking you up in five minutes.’
‘Five minutes.’ Bryony hurried through to the kitchen, grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and dropped some bread in the toaster. ‘Get your school things, sweetheart. Jack and I will drop you at Grandma’s on the way past and she can take you to school.’
Lizzie sprinted off and Bryony sent up a silent prayer of thanks that she had her mother close by. How did single parents manage without mothers?
By the time Jack hammered on the door, Lizzie was dressed and was standing by the door with her school-bag, munching toast.
She stood on tiptoe and opened the door.
‘Hi, there.’ Jack stooped and swung her into his arms, squeezing her tightly. ‘Are we dropping you with Grandma?’
‘We certainly are.’ Bryony walked into the hall and picked up her rucksack and the other bits and pieces that she’d piled by the door, avoiding Jack’s gaze. She was grateful that Lizzie was there. At least it prevented her from having to continue the conversation from the night before.
She was still hurt and angry by Jack’s response to her announcement that she was going to start dating.
They piled into the mountain rescue vehicle and Jack drove down the lane that led to Bryony’s cottage and turned onto the main road.
‘So what’s the story?’ Bryony twisted her blonde hair into a ponytail and pushed it under a woolly hat. Then she rummaged in her bag for her gloves.
Jack kept his eyes on the road. ‘Two boys have been reported overdue. They should have been back down last night but they didn’t appear.’
Bryony frowned. ‘So why did no one call the team last night?’
‘They were camping and didn’t leave their plans with anyone so no one noticed until their friends stumbled into camp this morning and raised the alarm. The weather was foul last night, which is doubtless why Sean is worried.’
Lizzie stared at him, her eyes huge. ‘Have they called the helicopter?’
‘Yes, sweetheart.’ Jack glanced at her with a smile. ‘But the weather is pretty awful so Sean, the MRT leader, wants your mum and me to get going up that mountain in case we can help.’
‘Why do you and Mummy always go together?’
Jack turned his attention back to the road and pulled the vehicle up outside Bryony’s mother’s house. ‘Because your mum and I have always worked together in the mountain rescue team,’ he said lightly. ‘When your mum trained, I was her buddy. I looked after her.’
‘And you still look after her,’ Lizzie said happily, jumping down from the vehicle and grabbing her school-bag.
‘I don’t need looking after,’ Bryony said crossly, glaring at Jack and calling after Lizzie, ‘Sweetheart, ask Grandma to give you some more breakfast. I’ll see you later.’
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