you want a lift?’ Logan asked. Once again he grinned and a dimple appeared in his cheek. ‘The weather’s closing in and you must be exhausted.’
She summoned the biggest smile she could manage. Apart from having Jess waiting for her at home, the last thing she wanted was to go up in the helicopter again.
‘The trip back down is a piece of cake,’ she told Logan firmly. ‘You just get Jack’s mum to Glasgow and don’t worry about me.’
Kirk stepped forward and placed his uninjured arm around Georgie’s shoulders. ‘She’s right. Georgie is the last person you have to worry about on these mountains. She’s like a cat,’ he said. ‘I’ll make sure she gets down in one piece.’
Logan seemed doubtful. ‘It’s getting dark.’ He jumped into the helicopter where Toby was securing the stretcher.
‘Hey, Georgie and I could go down this mountain blindfolded. Couldn’t we, sis?’ Kirk said.
Logan glanced up at Kirk, obviously noting the family resemblance for the first time. While Kirk’s hair wasn’t nearly as red as hers, it had the merest hint of russet in its dark depths. Apart from that, Georgie knew she and her brother had almost identical eyes.
‘I don’t like it, but who am I to argue? You two obviously know what you’re doing.’ Then he grinned at Georgie and unbelievably her heart did a crazy little dance in her chest. It was still beating rapidly as the helicopter lifted into the air, taking with it Dr Logan Harris.
‘Good work, sis,’ Kirk said once the helicopter had disappeared from view. ‘Are you okay? It looked a little hairy back there.’ He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. ‘It was a brave thing you did.’
Brave? Was it brave to do something when you had no choice? She had been terrified, but she had coped. She felt the old familiar surge of satisfaction. And, God, she had missed being out on the mountains, had missed being part of the mountain rescue team.
‘Let’s get out of here. I don’t know about you, but I could do with a pint.’ Kirk gave her a final squeeze before releasing her.
It wasn’t a pint Georgie could do with. Quite frankly a magic wand to miracle her to the bottom of the mountain was what she needed. Now it was over, her legs had turned to jelly and she wondered if she could keep them working long enough to make the descent. She also knew that if she couldn’t, Kirk was perfectly capable of carrying her down—plastered forearm or not—on his back if necessary. But she couldn’t do that to him. One way or another she would have to force her mind away from the climb and the feelings it had brought flooding back and focus on something else. Like Logan Harris, for example, a little voice from nowhere chirped in her head. Think of him. Think of eyes the colour of the moor in winter and a fleeting grin that could stop a heart.
CHAPTER TWO
ONCE they were down, all Georgie wanted to do was collapse in a heap. And hug her daughter. But before she could do either, she wanted to go to the hospital and check on Jack. The little boy was bound to feel frightened and lonely, especially without a parent to comfort him. She also wanted to reassure him that his mother would be okay. If Jack were her son, she’d want someone to do the same.
But first she needed to phone her mother. Mary had come with her to Fort William for the two-week holiday and would have heard her children were involved with a rescue. She’d be worried sick and Georgie couldn’t blame her. Ian hadn’t been the only member of the mountain rescue team to have lost his life in recent years.
Sure enough, Mary’s relief when she heard both her children were safely off the mountain was palpable.
‘Are you all right?’ she said anxiously. ‘I mean, I know you’re safe now, but it couldn’t have been easy for you. Not after…’ She didn’t have to finish her sentence. Her mother knew she had sworn never to go on a rescue again and although she regretted the reasons for Georgie’s decision, she had been grateful she would have one less child to worry about. If her mother had her way, Kirk would give up his position with the mountain rescue team too. Not that that was ever going to happen.
‘I’m okay, Mum. I was just glad I was there to help. I kept thinking if it were Jess up there, alone and frightened.’ She shivered. ‘How would I have felt if no one had gone to help her? And that’s why I want to go and check on Jack myself. They had to take his mum to a specialist unit in Glasgow, but he was taken to the Fort William General. He’ll be alone, worried about his mum and bound to be shaky after his experience.’
‘Of course you have to go and see him. Wee Jess is tucked up in bed fast asleep,’ Mary said. ‘She won’t even know you’re not home. I’ve kept supper for you and Kirk. It can go in the microwave when you get back.’
Trust Mum to be worried about their supper. She had never accepted that both her children were grown up and able to look after themselves. Except they weren’t. At least she wasn’t. After Ian’s death, her mother had insisted on leaving her home here in Fort William and moving to Glasgow to help Georgie look after Jess. Her mother had given up her comfortable life without a thought so she could be with her daughter when she needed her, and had stayed. The only time her mother returned to her home town was when, as now, Georgie and Jess came too. Georgie was grateful. She’d never be able to work without her mother’s help and support. Apart from Jess, work was what had got her through those terrible months following Ian’s death.
But Georgie knew it was time she persuaded her mother that she could cope on her own. Jess had just been offered a place at nursery, starting in the autumn. With Jess at nursery full time, Mary was no longer needed as much to help with the child care. Although she would miss her mother terribly, she had to persuade her to come back here where all her friends and interests were. Georgie smiled. Kirk would become the full focus of Mary’s attention for a change. Although he loved their mother dearly, she was always going on at him to find a good woman and settle down. And Kirk wasn’t a settling-down kind of guy.
It took her another hour before she was able to leave the clubhouse. The rest of the team, who had returned from their rescue, were full of questions and refused to let her go until she had given them a blow-by-blow account. Like Kirk, they knew she hadn’t been out on a rescue since Ian had died and were concerned and anxious to hear how she had coped.
‘I’m okay,’ she reassured them. ‘It got a bit dodgy, but it all turned out okay.’
She couldn’t bring herself to tell them about the few minutes when she’d been terror-stricken and unable to move.
‘Does that mean you’re back with the team, Red?’ Mike, one of the guys she had climbed with many times before, asked.
‘No, Mike. Remember I live in Glasgow now? So it’s hardly going to happen.’
But apart from the fear, she had felt exhilarated—once it was all over. In many ways she had missed the companionship of the team as well as the adrenaline rush of climbing. But, she reminded herself, that life was finished. She had a daughter who needed a mother to be around for a very long time to come.
All in all it had been a couple of hours since the helicopter had left with Jack’s mother. By now there should be news of how she was doing. Perhaps the nurses at the Fort William General would have heard? Leaving Kirk and the rest of the guys, who were planning to move on to their usual watering hole, Georgie jumped into her small car and headed for the hospital, her mind still inexplicably filled with images of a dark-eyed man with a heart-stopping grin.
Georgie knew the staff at the Fort William General well. After all, she had worked with them for six years before moving to Glasgow. Whenever she was visiting Kirk in Fort William, she always dropped in for a cup of coffee.
Lindsay was on duty in A and E and after a brief hug and a disappointed look over her shoulder—she had always carried a torch for Kirk—led her to the cubicle where Jack was in the process of having his broken leg put in a cast. Jack