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Delight.
***
“I did change the frequency over, Dan.” Missy held her head in one hand while
she spoke into the radio. “If you’re not receiving the feedback you missed
something at your end.”
Tad paced behind her in the snow, his collar turned up against the icy wind. It
was after three and there was often a breeze on the glacier by this time of day.
Another reason he’d hoped to be safe at home before now.
“I know it’s not a problem on my end… No, I won’t turn it off and recalibrate
because that would require another twenty minutes and it wouldn’t fix the
problem… Dan?” Missy dropped the phone. “He’s throwing up again. I don’t
believe this!”
Over the day Dan had turned a simple exercise into a new form of hell. Of course,
Tad was a trifle biased since he had hoped to be strolling through paradise right
about now. The other man fumbled and upset every weather relay Missy tried to
arrange. Between running a fever and running to the bathroom, he had helped
link together only seven of the twenty needed relays.
It would be dark in a short time and Tad dreaded the idea of spending the night
on the glacier in his plane. “Missy, we’ve got to stop. Tell whomever you can
reach we’re coming in. Dan’s too sick to finish and we’re heading into the danger
zone.”
Missy nodded and relayed the message to base camp. Their response made her
eyes grow wide with concern. As she tucked away the phone and gathered her
things, passing Tad the extra packages to store back in the cargo hold, she shared
the news. “We can’t do any more today anyway. They’ve returned Dan to his tent.
He’s unconscious.”
Back on board Tad examined the flight line. The wind direction had changed
enough that the new direction for takeoff wasn’t going to be pleasant. “Umm,
you might like to close your eyes. The plane will be a little tight to the trees before
we get airborne.”
Missy nodded and put on her headset. “I trust you.”
Tad swallowed. Holy crap, now his chest was as tight as his throat. The way Missy
put herself into his hands so quickly and faithfully was humbling.
He made it off the glacier with inches to spare. The relentless windswept ice
particles over the body of his plane like harsh sandpaper. Both hands fought to
control the little craft and all was going well until a series of bright orange
warning lights flashed on the instrument panel. The foul weather was screwing
with the wing flaps.
Oh. Shit.
Even worse was the red engine light that blazed a second later.
The sun was sinking, frightening yet beautiful, through the haze of the blowing
snow. Tad knew where he was. He’d double and triple checked his maps while
he’d waited for Missy to finish each relay.
They weren’t going to make it back to Haines Junction in this weather with the
plane in trouble. They might be able to make it to Keil’s mountain retreat—with a
little luck. He glanced at Missy, who watched him with confidence.
Hell, forget the luck. For her, he’d pull off a miracle.
***
Tad guided Missy through the deep snow toward the cabin as the wind howled
around them.
“Will we have to break in?” She had to shout to be heard.
“Nope. I know the secret code. I’ve flown Keil and his clients here many times,
and they shared their tricks.” He pulled them past the front door to the large side
window where a combination lock hung on the hasp. “Four-letter combo. TJ set it,
I bet.” He dialed in H-E-L-P and pulled.
Nothing.
Tad tried O-P-E-N, then S-A-V-E. He cursed into the wind.
“What should it be set for?” Missy asked, tucked in tight against his side. She
tried to contain her shivers. The temperature was dropping fast and her teeth
chattered. As glad as she was that Tad had landed them safely, it was far colder
than she was used to. She was tempted to shift to her wolf and curl up in a ball to
get warm.
“Keil uses the three-tumbler lock and sets it
***
“I did change the frequency over, Dan.” Missy held her head in one hand while
she spoke into the radio. “If you’re not receiving the feedback you missed
something at your end.”
Tad paced behind her in the snow, his collar turned up against the icy wind. It
was after three and there was often a breeze on the glacier by this time of day.
Another reason he’d hoped to be safe at home before now.
“I know it’s not a problem on my end… No, I won’t turn it off and recalibrate
because that would require another twenty minutes and it wouldn’t fix the
problem… Dan?” Missy dropped the phone. “He’s throwing up again. I don’t
believe this!”
Over the day Dan had turned a simple exercise into a new form of hell. Of course,
Tad was a trifle biased since he had hoped to be strolling through paradise right
about now. The other man fumbled and upset every weather relay Missy tried to
arrange. Between running a fever and running to the bathroom, he had helped
link together only seven of the twenty needed relays.
It would be dark in a short time and Tad dreaded the idea of spending the night
on the glacier in his plane. “Missy, we’ve got to stop. Tell whomever you can
reach we’re coming in. Dan’s too sick to finish and we’re heading into the danger
zone.”
Missy nodded and relayed the message to base camp. Their response made her
eyes grow wide with concern. As she tucked away the phone and gathered her
things, passing Tad the extra packages to store back in the cargo hold, she shared
the news. “We can’t do any more today anyway. They’ve returned Dan to his tent.
He’s unconscious.”
Back on board Tad examined the flight line. The wind direction had changed
enough that the new direction for takeoff wasn’t going to be pleasant. “Umm,
you might like to close your eyes. The plane will be a little tight to the trees before
we get airborne.”
Missy nodded and put on her headset. “I trust you.”
Tad swallowed. Holy crap, now his chest was as tight as his throat. The way Missy
put herself into his hands so quickly and faithfully was humbling.
He made it off the glacier with inches to spare. The relentless windswept ice
particles over the body of his plane like harsh sandpaper. Both hands fought to
control the little craft and all was going well until a series of bright orange
warning lights flashed on the instrument panel. The foul weather was screwing
with the wing flaps.
Oh. Shit.
Even worse was the red engine light that blazed a second later.
The sun was sinking, frightening yet beautiful, through the haze of the blowing
snow. Tad knew where he was. He’d double and triple checked his maps while
he’d waited for Missy to finish each relay.
They weren’t going to make it back to Haines Junction in this weather with the
plane in trouble. They might be able to make it to Keil’s mountain retreat—with a
little luck. He glanced at Missy, who watched him with confidence.
Hell, forget the luck. For her, he’d pull off a miracle.
***
Tad guided Missy through the deep snow toward the cabin as the wind howled
around them.
“Will we have to break in?” She had to shout to be heard.
“Nope. I know the secret code. I’ve flown Keil and his clients here many times,
and they shared their tricks.” He pulled them past the front door to the large side
window where a combination lock hung on the hasp. “Four-letter combo. TJ set it,
I bet.” He dialed in H-E-L-P and pulled.
Nothing.
Tad tried O-P-E-N, then S-A-V-E. He cursed into the wind.
“What should it be set for?” Missy asked, tucked in tight against his side. She
tried to contain her shivers. The temperature was dropping fast and her teeth
chattered. As glad as she was that Tad had landed them safely, it was far colder
than she was used to. She was tempted to shift to her wolf and curl up in a ball to
get warm.
“Keil uses the three-tumbler lock and sets it
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