Bridal OP

A few weeks laterShe shouldn't have agreed to the mission.Isabelle Rush hung on to the rock ledge with the tip of her fingers, dangling over a 300-foot drop to the rocks below. A tangy scent from some small fern she'd inadvertently crushed in the last handhold tickled her nose. Would she fall if she sneezed?She was secured with knots and ropes she didn't understand and didn't trust, petrified of slipping. The current of air that moved above the tree line seemed to pick up speed, the odd gusts pushing against her.Please, don't let there be a serious wind."A few more yards and we can stop to rest," Rafe said from somewhere above her, barely breathing heavily.She, on the other hand, was gasping for oxygen in the thin, high-altitude air, sweat running down her back from exertion.She should have stayed in Miami. He was the absolute worst man for her to be teamed up with. Of course she couldn't refuse, not when a client's life hung in the balance.But, at the very least, when Rafe had said "shortcut" she should have run screaming into the night -- in the opposite direction. What was it with men and their shortcuts? Like chasing murderous, kidnapping drug lords wasn't enough excitement? They had to add getting lost in the Andes Mountains to the mix?"This will save us a full extra day," he said as he tightened the rope.She hoped he was right and that her instincts, which screamedlostandon the brink of disaster,were sounding a false alarm. Speed was their only hope for finding Sonya Botero alive.Isabelle clenched her muscles, having a foothold for one boot only and too much of a gap between the next indentation to push or pull herself up. She was five foot four. She could not stretch over the same distance as Rafe could.Night was closing in on them -- not dark yet, but the shadows were becoming long, which made judging distances harder. She had to do something before visibility became worse and her limbs grew even more exhausted.One... Two...She heaved her body upward, looking at the chunk of rock she was aiming for, shutting out the drop below. She grabbed on, and in that moment of truth that decided whether she would hold her grip or fall, a strong hand clamped around her wrist and held her steady."Easy now," Rafe said. "Almost there." She allowed him to pull her up, only grunting in response although she had plenty to say. She was saving her breath for the climb. Rafe, having been born in Ladera, seemed used to the mountains that made up most of the country.He helped her up to a ledge that was about six feet by four feet, small patches of moss growing in the scant dirt the winds had blown up there. The rock wall continued above it for another hundred feet at least, just as sheer as the section they'd already conquered."Nice climb." A sense of relief was evident in his smile, the fact that he was immensely enjoying himself visible in his eyes -- the color of cocoa powder the instant it melts into chocolate. "Piece of cake, didn't I tell you?" His voice was rich with the flavor of South America, spiced with the slightest accent."Mmm." She gulped the thin air. When he'd pulled her up she'd landed on her knees. She sat back onto her heels now and shrugged off her backpack, blew on her fingertips, which were raw and bruised from the sharp rocks they'd had to conquer."How is this better than taking a car up the road?" she asked, once she thought she could speak without gasping."Faster," he said over his shoulder as he unhooked their ropes systematically. "I'm glad we picked the Maxim ropes -- excellent hand, 48-sheath yarn, good twist level." He was gathering up everything in careful coils."Fine abrasion resistance, too. See this? Not a worn spot."Was that supposed to make sense? "So how come you've never mentioned anything about this climbing hobby of yours?"He shrugged and tucked the equipment against the inside edge of the shelter. "Never cameMarton, Dana is the author of 'Bridal OP', published 2006 under ISBN 9780373887071 and ISBN 0373887078.