The Coltons of Roaring Springs

But just as he began to relax, a sharp crack filled the air. The carriage dropped again, only to jerk to a sudden stop once more. Molly’s cry sounded like a sob, and Max reached for her as the gondola began another stomach-lurching parabola.

“It’s okay. We’re okay,” he muttered, repeating the words in the hopes of convincing himself as much as Molly.

“Max, there’s something I need to tell you.”

The cables groaned under the weight of the carriage as it swung back and forth. Fear gripped Max’s heart in a cold fist, and he fought the urge to panic. He took a deep breath, drawing on his Special Forces training to remain calm.

Even though there was nothing he could do.

Or was there? He glanced up, wondering if there was some way they could climb out the top of the carriage. Maybe they could hold on to the cables until rescuers arrived? No, not likely, he thought, dismissing the possibility as he turned his gaze down. Just how far of a drop was it? It looked like soft snow underneath—could they try to jump for it? What were the odds of a safe landing?

“Max.” Molly’s voice was insistent. He looked back at her, surprised to find her blue eyes full of determination.

“What is it?” His thoughts continued to whirl. How long until the rescuers would arrive? How much damage had been done by the avalanche, and would the rescuers even be able to reach them soon?

“I’m pregnant.”

It took several seconds for her words to sink in. But when he finally registered what she was saying, his heart skipped a beat.

“What?”

She smiled nervously. “I’m pregnant,” she repeated. “And it’s yours.”

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