Gage’s voice jarred her out of her thoughts, and she turned to him. As if he’d read her mind, yet again, he touched her shoulders with both hands and said, “Just remember, it’s not what could have happened, but what didn’t happen.” He was so close she felt his breath brush her cold skin as he spoke. “Yes, you’re right,” she said, fighting the urge to let herself just fall against him for support. She turned as he let her go and inched toward the side of the wing. The snow wasn’t very deep there, but the distance to the ground from the wing was still about three or four feet. “How do we get down from here?” she asked. “I can manage it.” Gage moved around her, going closer to the tip end of the wing. “We’ll get the flares and fire material out of the safety storage, then get back inside.” Merry rubbed her arms briskly in an attempt to warm herself. “Okay, you’re the boss,”
