Chapter 17
Cam felt the vibration of his phone in his pocket. He’d stopped to check on a skier who’d seriously overestimated his skills and tried to jump the stream. Of course, the young man had landed shy of the other side and tumbled onto the ice. The skier was fine, but bruised and with a broken ski. After getting the radio call, Cam had ridden up with Don on the snowmobile. He sent the skier back down and was in the middle of a quick loop on the trails when his phone buzzed. He skied to a stop by the start of the trails and slipped his phone out to see Ivy’s name flashing on the screen.
“Hey Ivy, what’s up?”
“Hey Cam! Guess what?”
Cam smiled wryly, but he went along with Ivy’s question. “What?”
“I’m at the airport in Homer, and I need a ride.”
“Huh? What are you doing in Alaska?”
