Falling Snow

Falling Snow

by

Graysen Morgen

Falling Snow
© 2012 Graysen Morgen

Blue Turtle Press

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Printed in the United States of America

First Edition – 2012

Editor: Melissa Strauss

Cover Design: Blue Turtle Press

Interior Design: Blue Turtle Press

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Secluded Heart

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Dedication

To my partner, you give me the strength and encouragement to do the one thing I love the most in this world and I promise to return the gesture when the time comes.

One

Dr. Cason Macauley lazily strode into the Denver Medical Center. Her short dark spiky hair was windblown and in need of a serious trim. She pushed her sunglasses up on her head revealing deep blue eyes as dark as the ocean. She strolled through the emergency room towards the trauma bay which sat off to the side of the ER. Several nurses and other doctors waved or mumbled hello as she passed them. Dr. Macauley was popular in a hero-worship kind of way. The nurses wanted to sleep with her and the ER doctors admired her for the heroic effort it took to save lives every day as a trauma surgeon. The fact that she was the only female trauma surgeon didn’t matter to them. She was one of the boys now, six years ago she was an outcast that had to start at the bottom and work her way up the ranks to be considered part of the team of five trauma doctors. They were a tight-knit group that treated each other like family. They had one of the most difficult jobs in the hospital and were well respected for it. Trauma lost more patients on their tables than any other department.

“Looks like you’re getting ready for vacation Cason.” One of her fellow trauma doctors said to her when she entered the trauma bay. He was very light skinned for a black man, and just a little taller than her own five feet six. She often wondered if he was mixed, but never bothered to ask. She looked at the metal clipboard he was holding. It contained all of the information on a current patient. She watched him sign his name to one of the pages and set the clipboard back in the stand that contained their patient chart list.

“Warren.” She shook her head and smiled. “You could put in for a rotation if you want. I know a couple of the guys were talking about taking a year or two off at our last meeting.”

“What the hell would I do in Aspen? I don’t ski. I don’t hike. I’m an indoor nerd and you know it.” He laughed. “Now, show me a bar full of good looking women and we can talk.”

“Then quit getting so jealous then.” She bumped his shoulder. “It is kind of like a vacation though.” She grinned.

Cason was part of an outside interim team of six doctors that rotated through Aspen General Hospital as the only trauma doctor for two months at a time. AGH didn’t have a trauma position in their budget so they worked with other major hospitals in the state to allow the interim floating position to be funded partially by each doctors employed hospital and the State of Colorado. She always took January and February as her two months because she loved the winter snow season. The number of traumatic incidents was fairly minimal and in the three years she’d been part of the I-Team she had performed six surgeries and treated a total of thirty actual trauma patients. So, in a way it really was like a vacation.

“I think you only go for the ski-bunnies.” He said.

Cason had already switched into doctor mode and was reading a chart on a trauma patient that had come in with an impalement of the lower abdomen. She saw Warren’s name printed at the top. He had performed the surgery. “What?” She said when she put the chart back. Warren’s shift was about to end as her twenty-fours was about to start. There were only five doctors on the trauma team at DMC. They worked twenty-four hours on and forty-eight hours off shifts. Every week one of the doctors was on call twenty-fours a day for major situations. Those were called ‘hell week’, they never knew if they would be called in and most of the time it would happen so they would wind up working three or four straight days at the hospital with minimal or in some cases no time off.

“I said you go for the ski-bunnies. That’s why you chose the winter ski season. It’s the same reason Harris goes in the summer. He likes the outdoorsy type of tourists that flock to Aspen.” Warren smiled.

Cason stopped in her tracks and spun around. He had a point. Harris Knowles was another trauma doctor at DMC that was also on the I-Team. The other three doctors came from Colorado Springs and Boulder. Like her, Harris was single and had a tendency for chasing women. He probably did go in the summer for that purpose, although he was a great doctor and that’s why he was chosen. Once you became part of the team you pretty much were there until you made the decision to step down. Multiple doctors all over the state applied every year for the rotating position, but if no one stepped down then you were put on a waiting list that was probably two pages long. If someone did leave then it became all about who you knew if you wanted to get the interview. Harris had already been on the team for two years when he recommended Cason. She was indebted to him.

“Harris might go for the girls, but you know I don’t like the chase Warren. I really just enjoy the snow and watching the Winter X Games. During the last week of January the little town of Aspen comes alive and it’s fun to watch.”

“Uh huh,” He laughed.

“I will admit the women definitely aren’t bad to look at, but who wants some straight woman looking for a lesbian hook-up on her vacation? I sure as hell don’t. I’m too old for that. Besides, I have plenty of good looking straight women chasing me around here.” She waved her arms around clearly meaning the actual hospital. It was true, numerous women had made it known that they wanted a fling with her. She ignored them, most of the time.

Warren shrugged and laughed. He mocked fanned himself. “Quick, get some water to put the flames out, you’re just so damn hot Dr. Macauley you get me all worked up.”

Cason laughed and smacked him. She loved working with him. He was actually more like her best friend than a colleague. She wished he was sharing her shift. “Get out of here. I think you didn’t get much sleep on your shift or something. You’re starting to get a little loopy.”

As soon as Warren was out the door a call came in from an ambulance transporting a couple of car accident victims. One had minor injuries and the other was apparently thrown from the car and hanging on to life by a thread. Cason immediately went into doctor mode. She prepped the trauma nurse and paged the other trauma doctor that was on shift. He had just finished a surgery and she wanted to let him know what was coming in. This rush of adrenaline was what she lived for. It was the reason she became a doctor, to work with trauma patients in extreme situations. It took a certain kind of personality for this position, not to mention a very different lifestyle. She was glad to be single with no pets, not a care in the world. She was the only doctor that actually enjoyed ‘hell week’. She had one twenty-four shift to get through, then she was on her way to ‘vacation’ for two months in Aspen. That thought hiked her adrenaline level just a little higher than the trauma coming through the bay doors.

Two

Adler Troy tucked her long curly blond hair into the back of her jacket and pulled the baby blue ski cap down over her ears. She covered her bluish-green eyes with a pair of white ski goggles and strapped her boot covered feet in the bindings of her snowboard. The wind chill at the top of Aspen Mountain was five below and she was still warm in thermal clothes and a ski jacket and pants. This is what she lived for, untouched fresh powder. The sun had just risen and most of the tourists were just now waking up. She hopped to the side and leaned forward letting the board under her glide smoothly over the fresh snow. She raced down the mountain in a straight line to build her speed, then quickly cut a razor sharp angle to the left going over almost one hundred and eighty degrees to ride on the edge of the board as she carved back and forth across the path down the face of the mountain. The Super Pipe was her sport, but nothing compared to free riding in fresh powder. She loved flying down the mountain at the crack of dawn like she was on fire with her curly hair flying in loose tendrils behind her. She was an adrenaline junky of the worst kind.

The sweat that beaded on her forehead under her ski cap was like drops of ice water once the cold air hit it. Adler tucked herself, then quickly stood straight up and leaned almost laying on her back to cut a sharp turn to go down one of the black diamond paths. Black diamonds were only for the most advanced skiers and snowboarders. They had rough terrain with uneven jumps, trees, and rock obstacles. She carved back and forth easily avoiding the trees in the middle of the path. She flew off the first jump goofy footed with her left foot first, which was the natural way she snowboarded. She tucked down and lifted off the jump soaring towards the sky. She reached down with her right hand and grabbed her board easily rolling into a five-forty spin causing her to roll over one and a half times before landing flatly. The path she chose had a few small jumps and a couple larger ones mixed with treacherous uneven terrain and multiple trees. She tackled each jump easily pulling small tricks all the way down the mountain. This was nothing like riding the pipe, but this was a great way to warm up and get her adrenaline flowing. She was very well known in Aspen and had to choose her routes carefully. She didn’t need fans or tourists getting in her way when she was working out. That’s why she always went at the crack of dawn. She ran into the occasional skier once in a while, but no one recognized her in ski clothes. Everyone looked the same in the bulky jackets and pants.

Adler reached the base of the mountain, turned to the side, and put her board up on its side in one smooth motion. A huge cloud of powdered snow shot up all around her as she slid to a stop and released her bindings. She grinned at the line of people already starting a line for the lift. She checked the watch on her left wrist, she shrugged.
Plenty of time.
She brushed some of the loose snow off her jacket and pants and walked over to the lift line.

Three

Cason walked into Snowmass Village, a little ski village up on Snowmass Mountain that contained shops and restaurants. The cold chill felt good on her face, she smiled. She had only been back in town for two days and so far she loved it. Being on call twenty-four hours wasn’t all that much fun, but the amount of trauma activity was very minimal so she didn’t mind it. She zipped her black ski jacket up at little higher in the collar and walked towards the ski shop. She somehow left her snow gloves at home when she packed in a haste to get an early start on the four hour drive.

As soon as turned the corner by the tiny walk-up restaurant window someone plowed her. She fell on her back with her head lightly smacking the hard concrete under her. A lithe body landed on top her with a small thud. She assumed it was the arrogant asshole that mowed her down. Whoever it was hadn’t weighed enough to knock the wind out of her thankfully.

***

Adler had just dropped her board off at the ski shop to get it waxed. A good friend of hers that she had known since high school was the manager there and she trusted him and only him with her equipment. Her sponsors hated it, but she was a local and wanted to support the local businesses whenever she could. She took off in a jog, she was already late. She should have passed on that second ride down the mountain, but the snow was calling to her and the mountain was riding so fast, she had to give it another go. Her new sunglasses sponsor would be pissed. She was a half hour overdue for a photo shoot at one of the resort hotels downtown.

She never saw the body step out in front of her in the small walkway until it was too late. She hit him hard enough to knock them both down. For a slim athlete she was solid muscle and packed a hard punch. She realized the person under her must think she was nuts. She quickly climbed off the guy and held her hand out. He was wearing jeans and a black ski jacket with a white turtle neck under it. His short dark hair was close cut around the ears with the top sort of spiky and messy. He wore dark sunglasses and a pissed off look. She hoped he hadn’t hit his head on the ground, that’s all she needed. When he took the offering she pulled him up on his feet. He was short, only an inch or two taller than her. She gave him a long look anyway. He was cute in a sexy bad boy sort of way.