Embracing My Chuchunya (SNUGGLING UNDER SNOWDRIFTS #4) by Marilyn Barr EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors:Marilyn Barr
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- Genre: Paranormal / Sci-Fi
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Kaitlyn
“Shimmy yourself out the window and then panic,” I snap at Holly.
Less than a minute before those thugs break through the flimsy aluminum
doors. A double-wide trailer on the edge of the Arctic Circle isn’t where I
plan to die. Today is not the day either. Once I hoist my skinny coworker
out, I can plot my escape. My bootylicious self won’t fit through the narrow
window, which is why Holly must leave first.
“What about you? I can’t just leave you here,” she whines. We’ve
gone round and round since I shook her awake. Light sleeper me heard
vehicles approach and was up like a shot. Nobody has business in the Arctic
Circle in the middle of the night unless they are criminals—like poachers—
or bat-shit crazy anthropologists studying artifacts in the melting
permafrost.
With an eye roll, I sit on the floor before her and shove her foot into
her boot. I guess twisting her hair into a ponytail is a step up from the handflapping panic she displayed a moment ago. How someone can go from a
dead sleep to full-on panic so fast is a mystery to me.
“You will leave me here. Do you understand?” I say sternly while
staring her down with my oldest-sister-glare. It always worked on my
rowdy little brothers. “You will crawl out the window while I create a
diversion. You will run to your jeep. Do you have your keys handy? You
will drive to the nearest ranger station. You will bring law enforcement. You
aren’t abandoning me, got it? Get help.”
She nods her head, tears rolling down her face.
I yank her laces extra tight as I double-knot her boot. I wish she
could fit through the window with a coat, but it’s a tight squeeze for her size
zero frame without one. I should count my blessings she sleeps with the
window open. If we were stuck in the office I use as a bedroom, we’d be
trapped. Once her boots hit the snow, she can sneak behind the wooden
ramp to the front door of the Anthropology Satellite Laboratory, or the
dumpy tin can, as I call it. She parked her rust bucket at the opposite end of
the giant wooden sign. She can crouch behind the barrier if they start
shooting.
Kneeling on the bed, I act as a stepstool for her to lift her leg
through the window. Ugh, I hate hugs, but I allow her top half to cling to
me as if saying goodbye forever. Thanks for the vote of confidence, Holly.
In any other circumstance, she’d probably flip the bird behind my back.
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