problem, and thatâs what Iâm doing.â
âFine, but Iâm moving on. Itâs not my responsibility to traipse all over this frozen wasteland looking for two dead people.â
âIt was your responsibility to make sure Frank didnât tell them anything. If he did and they managed to survive, our entire plan could be compromised.â
â Our plan?â
âYes. Ours . It belongs to all of us.â
âFine. Then, letâs get back to it instead of chasing after ghosts.â
Bruce scanned the tree line once again, then climbed off his snowmobile, moving toward where Reef and Kirra had broken through the snow.
Their attacker rose up in his seat. âWhat now?â
âSomething came through here.â
âLike I said, probably a moose. Look, Iâve had enough of this. Iâm heading back in. You do what you want.â He took off, leaving a spray of snow flying in his wake.
Bruce cussed and returned to his snowmobile. He started the engine and sped off in the direction of the Rainy Pass checkpoint.
Reef slumped against the tree, relief and apprehension streaming through him. âThank you, Lord.â Heâd masked and sheltered them. He prayed God would continue to do so as they worked their way back to the checkpoint.
What plan was the man referencing? And where were theyheaded? The checkpoint? Surely they wouldnât show their faces there. Reef hadnât seen much of them, with their hoods and ski masks on. But the first manâs voiceâthe one whoâd shot himâthat heâd definitely recognize.
Kirra peered around the tree. âWe should get moving. I think weâre safe to stick to the trail now.â
âI think youâre right.â No way theyâd catch up with the men on snowmobiles.
Wind whistled through the trees, growing in strength as Kirraâs body heat slipped away. It was bone-chillingly cold. There was no warmth left in her, but she kept moving. Movement was essential to keep the blood flowing. Frostbite was definitely setting in. She wasnât feeling much pain from her sprain, but she didnât know if that was because it wasnât as bad as sheâd feared or because her ankle was freezing.
Sheâd spent the day trying to forget the feel of Reefâs lips on hers, but the intense memory still replayed through her mind. Sheâd thought itâd been a dream until she licked her lips and tasted him.
He hadnât brought it up. Maybe heâd thought it a dream too, maybe he didnât remember, or maybe he just didnât care. Whatever the reason for his silence on the matter, she was thankful. It had been a mistake. A wonderful mistake, but a mistake all the same.
When sheâd learned a couple years back that Meg was dating Reef, jealousy had reared its ugly head. It was ridiculous. He had never been hers, nor would he ever be. But the jealousy had tugged all the same. The two had first met when Meg visited Yancey the summer between Reef and Kirraâsjunior and senior year of high school. How theyâd managed to meet up years later in Anchorage, she didnât know, but it wasnât worth asking. He owed her no answers.
She exhaled. Back then sheâd wondered what it felt like to touch Reefâs body, his lips. Now she knew, and it was every bit as wonderful as sheâd imagined. More so . But it was still ridiculous. Reef McKenna fell for girls like her cousin Meg, not her.
Meg . Kirraâs heart winced. What was her cousin enduring right now while they moved like snails back to Rainy Pass? If only she could will her legs to move faster. But all it seemed she could focus on was that heady kiss. Why did everything turn sideways when she was around Reef?
She forced herself to shake off the delicious yet unnerving thoughts and turned her attention to the sky overhead. What minimal light there was in the endless gray blanketing the sky was vanishing.