The trip back to the ski lodge was painstakingly slow. Mark was cautious in the dark to avoid hitting anything obscured by the snow and the pitch-black around them. The snowmobile’s headlights were bright but not bright enough to travel quickly in the dark.
“How are you doing back there?” Mark yelled over his shoulder to Callie.
“Good! Ready to get warm,” Callie replied, a hint of amusement tinging her voice.
Mark chuckled, “You and me both. We will be back at the maintenance shed in a few minutes.”
Callie lay her head on Mark’s back and held tight to him. She closed her eyes as they moved. She kept thinking about their accident and how things could have gone horribly wrong. If Mark were not as skilled as he was with a snowmobile, they would have ended up in the river. If they had not
