Shadow on the Moon

Shadow on the Moon Read Online Free PDF

Book: Shadow on the Moon Read Online Free PDF
Author: Connie Flynn
later." Charlie slammed down
the speaker, then moved the driver's seat forward and turned on the ignition.
"I'm going to try to get us out of here."
      As Charlie shifted into gear, Deek suddenly
fanned the air around his face. Charlie pinched his nose and turned accusingly
toward his partner.
      "Sorry." Deek got up and headed for
the chemical toilet in the back.
      "Not there, man. These are close
quarters. You'd better go outside, or we'll be living with the after effects
for the entire ride."
      Deek glanced out the window, then back to the
curtained-off potty area, clearly torn between two bad choices. "Even
worse." His voice held resignation. "It's my guess we won't be
getting out of this snow, which means we'd have to put up with it all
night." He sighed heavily. "I'll probably freeze my butt off, but . .
. okay. Where's the paper?"
      "Under the backseat." Charlie shut
down the engine.
      A few minutes later, Deek, armed with a roll
of Charmin and a Baggie, opened the side door. A blast of frigid air rushed
into the van.
      "You got a Playboy anywhere in case this
takes a while?" he joked, clicking on his flashlight as he stepped
outside.
      "Just hurry," Charlie grumbled.
"And shut the freaking door. We're losing heat."
      "Yes, sir!" Deek gave him a mock
salute, then started for the back of the van. In seconds, all Charlie could see
was the light, and pretty soon even that disappeared.
    * *
*
    "Has it been storming ever
since—"
    "It's gotten worse.”
      Morgan seemed restless. He prowled the room
like a big cat, his mane of hair crackling with static, until he finally
stopped to glance at Dana.
    "How's your head?"
    "It aches a little."
    "I thought so."
      He came to the bed and picked up the basin,
which he carried to a free-standing sink and filled with water from a pump.
Next, he lifted a brewing kettle from a stove that Dana assumed was propane
powered, although she couldn't see the tank. As he poured steaming water into
the basin, she took in the remainder of her surroundings.
      In an exposed area beneath the sink were some
rags and a collection of cleaning supplies. Next to it stood a refrigerator,
with a fuel tank attached.
      The room had two windows. Several solar light
fixtures, still glowing dully, dotted the walls between them. But if the storm
didn't abate soon, Dana knew they'd be using candles.
      Living by candlelight in a small cabin with a
giant of a man. Now that was a thought. Not a particularly comforting one.
Before he'd snapped at her, she'd felt right at home. But his surliness,
combined with the remoteness of the area, and the idea that he'd undressed her
while she was unconscious, undermined her feelings of comfort.
      He approached with the steaming water.
Instinctively adopting the submissive behavior she'd learned from her wolves,
Dana pressed against the wall, only vaguely aware that the movement exposed her
vulnerable neck and stomach.
    "I frighten you." He set
the basin on the table.
      "No . . . no," Dana hastily
reassured him, lowering her eyes to avoid any hint of challenge. "I'm
still sore . . . I . . . well, you know what I mean."
      "You're disoriented, too. It's natural
after a head injury." He picked up the penlight he'd left on the table,
sat down on a wooden chair and flicked it on.
      "Hold still." He lifted one of her eyelids.
"I want to check your pupils."
      He aimed the light into Dana's eye and she
flinched.
    "Hold still!"—
    "You're shining a floodlight
in my eye!"
      "I see you're one of those cranky
patients." He let go of her lid and began the procedure on her other eye.
    "Are you a doctor?"
    "It doesn't take a medical
degree to see you might have a concussion. You took a nasty blow."
    "It's not a concussion. I'm
sure of it." As if in protest, her head throbbed again. "Okay. How
bad is it?"
    He clicked off the penlight, put it
down, and looked at her thoughtfully. His eyes reminded her of a stag she'd
once seen cornered by a pack of wolves.
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