A Very...Pregnant New Year's. Doreen Roberts
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Название: A Very...Pregnant New Year's
Автор: Doreen Roberts
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежные детективы
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“I’ll manage. I don’t want you wandering off and getting lost in the dark.” He pointed to his head. “This is the only light we have left.”
He made it sound as if she’d lost her own headlamp on purpose. Annoyed, she glared at him, though she could barely see his face. “I wish you would stop treating me as if I were helpless. For your information, I’ve been camping in the wilderness before, and I grew up skiing on these mountains. I’m not totally clueless about the outdoors.”
The irony in his voice was hard to miss when he answered her. “Right. My guess would be that your idea of camping is an air-conditioned trailer, complete with TV, and I’m willing to bet you’ve spent more time in the lodge than you have on the slopes.”
Damn him, he was right. According to her sisters, Brad had spent at least two summers backpacking in the high country and one camping in Alaska during his college years. Until now, the closest she’d come to actually roughing it was a canoe trip on a quiet stretch of the Colorado.
The door creaked open, letting in a blast of cold air. He paused in the doorway, silhouetted against the snow-laden branches of the trees outside. “Just stay put until I get back. That way you won’t fall over anything.”
Closing the door behind him, he left her frowning in the cold, damp darkness of the cabin. He talked as if she were a prize klutz. As if it were her fault the avalanche had thrown her into a ravine. And if he didn’t quit with the patronizing she was going to hit him over the head with his precious headlamp.
She waited awhile, sitting on the edge of the cot until her temper cooled, and she could think straight again. Across the room she could just make out some shelves on the wall, and something faintly gleaming in the light reflected by the snow outside.
Deciding to investigate, she tested her weight on her injured ankle. The pain made her wince, but it wasn’t enough to prevent her from limping across the room. As she approached the shelves she caught sight of something hanging on the wall next to them. Her spirits rose considerably when she realized it was an oil lamp, and there were actually matches sitting in the saucer.
She pulled the lamp from the wall, and shook it, half expecting it to be empty. The sound of oil swishing around inside reassured her. The matches were damp, but she finally got one alight and seconds later a soft glow lit up the room.
Just having enough light to see made her feel warmer, even though her teeth refused to stop chattering. She pulled off her hat and tucked it in her pocket, then inspected the items on the shelves. An aluminum bucket sat on one end, next to a cooking pot and a frying pan. The plastic mugs and plates had the patterns worn off them, but were otherwise clean and serviceable. Several spoons stood inside one of the mugs and much to her delight, she discovered a jar of dried soup mix and another full of rice, tucked behind a large, slightly rusted can of cocoa. There were even a half dozen toilet rolls still in the original wrapper. Things were beginning to look a little less bleak.
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