Two hours later, they were still talking about life at Base Camp. Sarah wanted to know every little detail about how things worked and what was in store for her son in the next few weeks. For someone who’d never climbed or had an interest in it as far as he could tell, she soaked up the information he dispensed like a sponge.
Just now, he was sitting next to her at the table with his laptop open. As she moved in closer to see the weather forecast he’d pulled up on the screen, her leg brushed against his knee, stealing his breath for just a second. He paused, fairly sure it was an accident, but she made no effort to move away. Well, if she didn’t mind then neither did he, so he continued on and showed her the maps and the associated data that would become a critical factor in determining a
