Amelia’s wipeout hadn’t been nearly as spectacular as Luke’s, but it had taken her further downhill from him. By the time she’d collected her poles and skis, she’d heard him shout her name from the tree he’d disappeared under. He’d lost his nifty radio headset, too. She hoped they weren’t too expensive to replace, since she had no idea if she had any money.
“Down here!” she called. “You all right?”
“Fine. You stay there. I’ll come to you.”
She was happy to stay put. The snow came up around her waist. She’d almost had to swim through it to get her stuff gathered and was now clinging to the side of a boulder like the tide might sweep her away. She was pretty sure she couldn’t swim uphill but would have tried if he’d needed her.
The chopper had dropped out of sight again, but even as the
