Whistler's Night
By H.M. Shander
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Could there be anything worse than being stranded on top of a mountain with your ex?
When Corrine purchased her ticket to visit Whistler’s peak, her only plan was to photograph the majestic scenery, not to run into her ex—the man who stole her heart and ran off with it all those years ago.
Seeing Alessandro at the summit after all this time brings up painful memories and feelings, and to her surprise, an overwhelming sense of empathy and long-lost love.
Confused and not wanting to deal with Ales or their past, Corrine can’t wait to get off the summit—as soon as possible. In a cruel twist of fate, before she can escape the mountain peak and Ales, the station loses power and they are stranded together.
As the hours stretch on, they are forced to confront their haunted past. Will it all be too much, or will these moments together heal old wounds and help them survive until they are rescued?
Whistler’s Night is a second chance romance.
H.M. Shander
USA TODAY bestselling author H.M. Shander is a star-gazing, romantic at heart who once attended Space Camp and wanted to pilot the space shuttle, and not just any STS – specifically Columbia. However, the only shuttle she operates in her real world is the #momtaxi; a reliable electric car that transports her two kids to school or work and all their various sporting events. When she’s not commandeering LeBolt, you can find the elementary school librarian surrounded by classes of children as she reads the best storybooks in multiple voices. After she’s tucked her endearing kids into bed and kissed her trophy husband goodnight, she moonlights as a contemporary romance novelist; the writer of sassy heroines and sweet, swoon-worthy heroes who find love in the darkest of places.If you want to know when her next heart-filled journey is coming out, you can follow her on Twitter(@HM_Shander), Facebook (hmshander), or check out her website at www.hmshander.com.
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Whistler's Night - H.M. Shander
Whistler’s
NIGHT
USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR
H.M. SHANDER
Whistler’s Night
Published by H.M. Shander
Copyright 2021 H.M. Shander
Whistler’s Night is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used factitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, events or locals, are entirely coincidental.
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Shander, H.M., 1975—Whistler’s Night
Could there be anything worse than being stranded on top of a mountain with your ex?
When Corrine purchased her ticket to visit Whistler’s peak, her only plan was to photograph the majestic scenery, not to run into her ex—the man who stole her heart and ran off with it all those years ago.
Seeing Alessandro at the summit after all this time brings up painful memories and feelings, and to her surprise, an overwhelming sense of empathy and long-lost love.
Confused and not wanting to deal with Ales or their past, Corrine can’t wait to get off the summit—as soon as possible. In a cruel twist of fate, before she can escape the mountain peak and Ales, the station loses power, and they are stranded together.
As the hours stretch on, they are forced to confront their haunted past. Will it all be too much, or will these moments together heal old wounds and help them survive until they are rescued?
Chapter
ONE
Parking my car in the far corner of the lot, I exited with my coveted tram ticket in hand, and stared up to the peak. The building at the summit, some 2300 feet above sea level, sat like a dark smudge against the green tops of the evergreens on the side of Whistler’s Mountain. I couldn’t wait to get up there and put some perspective on my life. I needed a clear place to think, and nothing else in the area screamed peaceful like that.
Besides, today was my twenty-eighth birthday and way back when I was a kid, I had dreams. Big dreams. Until they all crashed and burned several years ago. Deep down in my soul, something told me it was time to stop living in the past and to take the first steps forward. Starting today.
Maybe it was the birthday gift I’d purchased for myself – a visit with a psychic – that spurred me on. I knew it was all in fun, and that their predictions for the future were general at best, but still. Her words hit me like a bolt to the heart; how it was going to be a monumental weekend, with new life, and how tonight would be my undoing and a chance to start fresh.
I’d kept my snicker contained and secretly rolled my eyes. Of course tonight was going to be my undoing and a chance to start fresh - I was going to inform Noah, the guy I’d been stringing along, that I was ready to commit and move forward with our relationship, so yeah, that was kind of a big deal. However, the psychic carried on about the winds of change, a shift in power and a variety of other things that I tuned out and left me wondering if I’d wasted my money since she couldn’t give me anything more specific.
My money wasn’t wasted on the tram ticket though as this was the first year it was open so early, thanks to a less than usual amount of snowfall this season.
Plus, it would be a great place to snap some photographs and hopefully secure a photographer’s spotlight in the next issue of The Jamboree, a local touristy publication shipped to the major centres, promoting local attractions about my idyllic mountain town.
I checked my flight time against my phone, satisfied with a cushion of extra time, giving me a chance to double check my bag was well packed. Inside the trunk was a warmer winter jacket and a thick pair of mittens I used when skiing. Temperatures at the summit were reported to be about 12 degrees Celsius colder than what was at the main parking lot, which for an April day was still on the cool side. For good measure I added my scarf and hat to the backpack and slipped into my warmest winter boots. I tossed my thermos inside, securing it in place and checked on the battery meter of my good camera. Lots of life left – perfect since I’d planned on hiking up the trails and taking a whack of pictures. The view of the town nestled into the canyon of a few mountains was a sight to behold, and due for a proper update in brochures. I couldn’t wait to snap the breathtaking scene.
Backpack slung across my shoulders, I locked my car and crossed the parking lot. Crowds of people were gathered on the platform and how lucky was it that I’d be joining them? I held my purse a little tighter as I went over to the waiting tram car, sauntering past small groups of tourists, all chatting excitedly.
A clock announced its time with an old-fashioned bell sound, clanging three times. I was catching the next flight at 3:10. Shielding my eyes against the rays of gorgeous sunlight, I followed the cable off the main docking station all the way up. I could see what was likely my ride slowly making its descent down the mountain. One going up, one going down, passing at the half-way point.
I sent a quick text to my boyfriend Noah, just to say hi and how I was looking forward to tonight. It was a huge step for me, committing to someone, but Noah was the cream of the crop. He was sweet and even tempered, and the fact that he worked as a ski instructor at Marmot Basin, a few kilometres away, didn’t hurt either. He was strong and muscular, a body I was looking forward to surrendering myself to. Noah was good to me, and I was lucky to have him in my life.
The tram arrived and unloaded its smiling occupants, even if one mentioned how much warmer it was down here. I took that as my cue to make sure I was well bundled, as I didn’t handle extreme cold too well. Slowly, after a few people boarded, I showed my flight ticket and stepped into the car where one of the ladies had bathed in her perfume and reeked up the tight confines.
I cracked the window open a touch, and when the tram guide looked at me with a questioning look, I tapped the camera I had the hindsight to dangle from my neck. The pictures were going to be amazing, if I didn’t die from a lack of breathable air.
Ready for takeoff,
the operator, whose nametag read Jaysen, said into a walkie-talkie like radio while the folding doors slid closed and locked into place.
The car pitched forward for a heartbeat and suddenly, we were off, suspended above the parking lot, and climbing above the treetops. My stomach plunged into the depths of my boots before slowly traversing its way back up.
Pointing my camera around since I had the good fortune to be at the back of the tram, I snapped multiple pictures, including my car and the main platform station. The fresh breeze was refreshing, diluting the high concentration of floral to a nice fragrance of crisp mountain air mixed with the damp smell of melting snow. We travelled up into the sky, all the while Jaysen rambled on about the different mountain peaks visible (Mount Robson Canada’s tallest mountain, was visible to the west on a clear day like today), when the tram originally opened (in 1964) and the extensive renovations completed over the past couple of years and why the huge grand opening next weekend was a big deal. He mentioned the restaurant was not yet operational but, should the need for hunger fill us, the gift shop was well stocked with packaged treats. Regardless, I brought my own, and kicked the bag at my feet to ensure it was still there.
Higher up the mountain side the tram pulled us skyward, and my breath held in my lungs. Over to the east there sat a low hanging cloud, shadowing a small part of the forest. It was magical – like something from a fantasy show – and I happily pointed the camera toward it and rapidly filled my memory card.
We docked seven minutes after leaving the main platform, and the tram car let out a sigh as the