Callie had not protested when Mark took her hand and led her from the ballroom to their suite. They had eaten and stayed much longer than planned, listening to stories and unwinding. Callie’s mother and Pam had assured her they would watch Maya if Jimmy had to leave. Jimmy insisted that if he got tired, he would lie near Maya and Maddie until they woke, and the other search and rescue members said they might join the group on the plush carpets rather than trudge through the snow to go to bed.
“Are those guys always like this?” Callie asked, referring to the ski patrol and search and rescue team members she had met in the ballroom.
“Most of the time,” Mark shrugged as they strolled hand-in-hand to their suite. “Our ski patrol and our search and rescue are separate things. Luckily, much o
