Description:
Everybody has something to hide...
It's the start of a new season at White Cairns Ski School in Scotland and co-owner Jude Winters - mother, home-maker and graphic artist - has been landed in it. With their usual manager stuck in New Zealand, she's been saddled with recruiting their team and running the ski school, and she has no idea what she's doing.
Fortunately there are friends on hand to help - for the moment - but each of them has their own struggles.
Juggling a disparate batch of new instructors learning to work together would be hard enough, if it weren't the least of Jude's worries. Battling accidents, equipment shortfalls, and even sabotage, Jude and her team take on one problem after another to keep the ski school going - and the season has only just begun...
"What is it?" asked Debbie, wondering if the nurse had seen a dead body or something.
The nurse turned to her with her eyebrows raised and her cheeks dimpling. "You need to come and see this. Let me help you out of bed." She looked round conspiratorially and put a finger to her lips. "Don't tell Charge Nurse."
Debbie was still stiff from the fall, and sore from the surgical procedure and the broken rib, so getting out of bed was something she still only did with help, for necessary visits to the bathroom. I suppose I could head there next, and combine the trip, she thought, with a wry smile at the incongruity of the situation.
On the arm of the nurse she managed to shuffle across so that she could see out of the window; where she too gasped and put her hand to her mouth. "Who?" She shook her head disbelievingly. "How? I mean, who could do that?"
In the snow that blanketed the small garden area behind the ward, someone had drawn a large heart, with the words, 'Be my valentine, Debbie' scribed underneath it.