Seize the Reckless Wind by John Gordon Davis

Author:John Gordon Davis
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2014-09-30T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 40

She landed the plane in Cooma, and they piled into a taxi and she pulled the champagne from her bag and the cork popped. They were laughy, deliriously happy to be together again. The taxi wound up into the mountains, the trees laden with snow. They pulled into Threadbo, and the passenger-snowcats were waiting. Mahoney had never seen such a conveyance before. The big red vehicle went chomping up the mountain like a tank, the snow banked fifteen feet high. Everybody was in a holiday mood. Then in the snowing twilight, they saw the twinkling of the lodge.

The place had roaring log fires, two bars with sawdust on the floor, a cosy dining-room with red-check tablecloths, a cafeteria with wooden tables and steaming tureens: the lodge was full of people, faces flushed and healthy. Somewhere a juke-box was playing dancing music. It was a jolly place. Theirs was a room at the very top, with a verandah overlooking the snowy mountains. Standing in an icebucket was another bottle of champagne, compliments of the management. ‘How do you like the lodge?’ she asked anxiously.

‘It’s lovely!’

‘You sure?’

‘Of course,’ he laughed. ‘Why?’

She said with a delighted grin: ‘Because I’ve just bought it.’

And the champagne cork popped and She hugged him in delight. And oh, the wonderful feel of her in his arms, her wide mouth crushed against his, and the delicious smell and taste of her. They collapsed back on to the bed so the champagne spewed, laughing as they tore off each other’s clothes.

And hurtling down the snowy slopes, the trees flashing by, the lovely shape and style of her, her red ski-suit clinging and her hair flying; shussing flat out beside him, eyes sparkling behind her sexy goggles, sticks flicking, the glorious feeling of complete control over the snow, of dancing with it, of showing off, the joy of sharing such thrills. And crunching back to the lodge in the sunset, good and tired and aching, and climbing into the steaming bath together, squashed up and slippery. She smiled at him sadly and said: ‘Two nights together in two weeks is a very dumb way to live, Mahoney.’

‘So what are we going to do about it?’

She sighed. ‘That’s why I didn’t want to fall in love with a fly-by-night.’

‘Don’t think I haven’t been pondering.’ She sighed. ‘I’m a career woman and my career is here … What would I do in England? Don’t answer that, I’m just pondering out loud.’

‘You’d live with me,’ he said. ‘“And be my love.”’

She smiled. ‘Ah … And when we finally make it out of bed, what would I do?’

‘Thorens have a big office in London, you could run that.’

‘I’ve thought about it, believe me, But it’s got its own competent manager. They don’t need the boss’s daughter.’

‘You could run Redcoat Cargo Airlines,’ he said.

She smiled. ‘And tell you and the dreaded Dolores how to do the job? I want to stay your lover, Mahoney.’ She sighed. ‘I can only run anything as the boss. That’s my trouble, as my father says.

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