She could hear the muffled sounds of laughter and music coming from inside, and she lifted her chin and pushed open the door. They were all there. The whole of the mountain rescue team, most of whom she’d known for years, crowding the bar and laughing together. In one corner of the bar a log fire crackled and the room was warm and welcoming. ‘It’s Blondie!’ There were good-natured catcalls from the moment they spotted her and Toby, the equipment officer, slipped off his stool and offered it to her with a flourish. ‘Hi, guys.’ She settled herself on the stool and smiled at the barman. ‘Hi, Geoff. The usual, please.’ He reached for a bottle of grapefruit juice. ‘On the hard stuff, Bryony?’ ‘That’s me.’ Bryony nodded her thanks and lifted the glass in a salute. ‘Cheers, everyone. And happy birthday, Oliver.’ Her brother grinned. ‘Thanks, babe. You OK?’ ‘I’m fine.’ In fact, she was better than fine. She was brilliant. And she was finally going to restart her life.
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