Rescued: Mother and Baby. Anne Fraser

He gave his sister a quick hug then stood back to let them get on with seeing to the fallen woman. He must have realised that, with his broken wrist, he would only get in the way if he tried to help.

      Quickly Georgie, Toby and Logan, with the help of the two passing climbers, slid the stretcher under the injured woman, taking care not to cause any unnecessary movement, and strapped her in place. Moments later, they were loading her into the helicopter.

      ‘Do 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.