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“The night is young, though.”
    The man nodded. “Yeah.”
    Tim left him holding up the building and paced the sidewalk, turning his collar up against the strong wind that had risen since he’d entered the bar. A Chinook was brewing, the strong winds from the west that could change the temperatures from below freezing to summertime heat in only hours. Ice crystals stung his skin as the wind howled past.
    Erin was nowhere to be seen, but instead of tracking her he headed to his new home. The hunt had only begun, and there weren’t many places she could hide. Not when she really wanted to be found.
    Now he had to convince her of that.

CHAPTER 4

    She’d slept horribly after ditching her “date” outside the bar. Not only were her dreams filled with heated and sweaty memories involving her and a certain blue-eyed devil, but in the sleepless moments between fitful tossing and turning, Erin felt guilty for deceiving the nameless guy from the bar into thinking she was interested in him.
    She couldn’t even blame that on Tim, even though she wanted to, badly. It was her own fault because
he
hadn’t forced her to act the fool—and there was that word again.
    Maybe she’d better get Alisha a pager so she could provide instant responses for help, like an AA sponsor. “Hi, my name is Erin, and I’m addicted to a guy who’s no good for me. I’ve stayed clean for nearly seven years.”
    The midday call-out for a rescue was a welcome diversion in spite of the tiredness in her body.
    All around Lifeline headquarters the team hurried to gather gear. Devon and Alisha worked in the storage room as Tripp shouted a list of supplies at them. Erin shrugged on a warmer jacket and gloves before dodging around their winch man, Anders.
    â€œIt’s too early in the season for an accident at the ski hill,” Anders complained. “There’s been no time for the snowpack to build for avalanche conditions.”
    Marcus shook his head. “Details coming once you’re in the air—but it’s not an avalanche. The gondola lift is out, and has been for the last three hours.”
    People had been stuck on the gondola for three hours? Not good.
    â€œI’m going to warm her up,” Erin shouted over her shoulder a second before sliding through the doors into the icy-cold air.
    Over the past twenty-four hours the Alberta weather had lived up to its volatile reputation, changeable to the extreme. Erin was grateful the Chinook winds that had blasted through last night were over. They’d shaken the town up, rushing past and dragging temperatures up.
    But this morning a low-pressure ridge had turned everything around. It was cold, but calm enough that she could fly. The frigid temperatures meant other concerns, and she began checklist procedures for liftoff, contacting the local airfield with the word that they’d need clearance soon.
    Marcus stuck his head in the door as she worked through systems. “No need to stop at the hospital to pick up a paramedic,” he announced.
    She finished three more adjustments before glancing his way, horrified suspicion growing. “Why not?”
    â€œThere’s more than enough in place already. They have a full SAR contingent on the hill, only they’re having issues getting at the gondolas suspended over the extreme slopes. That’s where you come in.”
    Relief that he hadn’t called Tim in was far too strong. She really needed to get over herself. “Got it. Now let me do my job.”
    â€œBreak a leg,” Marcus shouted, closing her in and letting her concentrate.
    In a short time the team was in place and Erin lifted off, the low buzz of her headset speakers familiar and calming. Her physical response was always like this in the early moments of a mission. Having to start flying immediately ensured there was no time for the butterflies to get rolling before she had to be on the job