Kodiak Moment: An Alpha Werebear Paranormal Shifter Romance (The Arcadia Knights Book 2) by Olivia Gayle Page B
Authors: Olivia Gayle
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stepped off the bike. “Quit complaining. We’ll get you your own helmet as soon as we find a shop.”
There hadn’t been a sign on the road saying what town this was, but it had a motel and that was all Abby cared about. It wasn’t much, more like a bunch of double-wide trailers linked together, but it wasn’t outside in the cold and wet. With the tundra had come rain and sleet, even in the midst of summer, and Abby wasn’t in the mood to set up camp on the wet ground.
Seemed Andrew agreed, judging by the fact he had one of her duffles over his head as a rain break. “Is there any reason why we haven’t gotten onto an airplane back to the lower forty-eight yet?”
“Oh hush, you want to be here as much as me. Besides, I’m not leaving until I get to Prudhoe Bay.” Prudhoe Bay was the furthest north a person could get by land, at least without chartering a boat or airplane to take one further. It had been Abby’s ultimate goal, and while she’d meandered a bit on her journey, she wasn’t about to leave when she’d come this far.
“We close to it?”
“Not too far, the land’s already changing.” They’d left most of the trees behind earlier that day; now all that was around them were rolling hills of yellow grass and mud. “Maybe a couple more days?”
His answering groan made her roll her eyes and pat his shoulder. “Come on, let’s see if they have room and if we can find something to eat.”
The motel lobby wasn’t big but it was clean, a miracle given the muddy conditions outside. While they had rooms available, the prices made Andrew hyperventilate and Abby seriously reconsider camping. But they were both miserable and needed to air out their wet belongings, so ponied up the cash.
“How do people afford to live up here,” Andrew muttered as they stowed their gear, cranked up the heater and laid out their wet gear on any space available. The room was tiny, barely big enough for the queen bed inside. “Did you see the price of gas on your way into town? And I don’t think the woman believed I was your brother, which was kind of creepy.”
“Well, to be fair, you don’t look anything like me.” Andrew had always been the Yin to Abby’s Yang, a blond Adonis to Abby’s…not. In all her twenty-five years, she’d yet to meet a person who wasn’t surprised that they were siblings. There was no family resemblance, they took after very different sides of their parents. She nudged him with an elbow. “And I think she was hitting on you.”
His nose wrinkled. “She was old enough to be my grandmother.”
“And yet she still tries. Gotta love a self-assured woman.”
“Maybe you do.” He sighed and looked around. “So, this is what adventure is.”
“Yup. Places and conditions like this aren’t even the bad parts. Come on, let’s get to that restaurant across the street before they close.”
The restaurant wasn’t much better than the hotel looks-wise, but the food was hot and that was all they cared about. It had a separate bar area where a few truckers sat, nursing their beers and talking loudly. The bartender served as their waiter too and both Abby and Andrew dug into their plates, not caring so much about taste as about warming themselves up.
“So, tell me about your new job.”
Andrew winced. “Actually,” he said, pushing his food around on his plate with one overcooked french fry, “I quit. Had to, they wouldn’t let me come up here.”
“ What? ” Abby didn’t mean to make the word a screech, really she hadn’t.
“Look sis, it’s not a big deal.”
“Oh yeah it is,” she said, feeling her temperature rise. “They made you quit to go pick up your missing-in-the-wilderness sibling?”
Her brother’s eyebrows rose, obviously surprised by her response. “Hey, seriously, I didn’t care in the slightest. You and I know I only took that job to please the parental units.”
“ …that stupid slut.”
A muscle in Abby’s cheek twitched. One of the
There hadn’t been a sign on the road saying what town this was, but it had a motel and that was all Abby cared about. It wasn’t much, more like a bunch of double-wide trailers linked together, but it wasn’t outside in the cold and wet. With the tundra had come rain and sleet, even in the midst of summer, and Abby wasn’t in the mood to set up camp on the wet ground.
Seemed Andrew agreed, judging by the fact he had one of her duffles over his head as a rain break. “Is there any reason why we haven’t gotten onto an airplane back to the lower forty-eight yet?”
“Oh hush, you want to be here as much as me. Besides, I’m not leaving until I get to Prudhoe Bay.” Prudhoe Bay was the furthest north a person could get by land, at least without chartering a boat or airplane to take one further. It had been Abby’s ultimate goal, and while she’d meandered a bit on her journey, she wasn’t about to leave when she’d come this far.
“We close to it?”
“Not too far, the land’s already changing.” They’d left most of the trees behind earlier that day; now all that was around them were rolling hills of yellow grass and mud. “Maybe a couple more days?”
His answering groan made her roll her eyes and pat his shoulder. “Come on, let’s see if they have room and if we can find something to eat.”
The motel lobby wasn’t big but it was clean, a miracle given the muddy conditions outside. While they had rooms available, the prices made Andrew hyperventilate and Abby seriously reconsider camping. But they were both miserable and needed to air out their wet belongings, so ponied up the cash.
“How do people afford to live up here,” Andrew muttered as they stowed their gear, cranked up the heater and laid out their wet gear on any space available. The room was tiny, barely big enough for the queen bed inside. “Did you see the price of gas on your way into town? And I don’t think the woman believed I was your brother, which was kind of creepy.”
“Well, to be fair, you don’t look anything like me.” Andrew had always been the Yin to Abby’s Yang, a blond Adonis to Abby’s…not. In all her twenty-five years, she’d yet to meet a person who wasn’t surprised that they were siblings. There was no family resemblance, they took after very different sides of their parents. She nudged him with an elbow. “And I think she was hitting on you.”
His nose wrinkled. “She was old enough to be my grandmother.”
“And yet she still tries. Gotta love a self-assured woman.”
“Maybe you do.” He sighed and looked around. “So, this is what adventure is.”
“Yup. Places and conditions like this aren’t even the bad parts. Come on, let’s get to that restaurant across the street before they close.”
The restaurant wasn’t much better than the hotel looks-wise, but the food was hot and that was all they cared about. It had a separate bar area where a few truckers sat, nursing their beers and talking loudly. The bartender served as their waiter too and both Abby and Andrew dug into their plates, not caring so much about taste as about warming themselves up.
“So, tell me about your new job.”
Andrew winced. “Actually,” he said, pushing his food around on his plate with one overcooked french fry, “I quit. Had to, they wouldn’t let me come up here.”
“ What? ” Abby didn’t mean to make the word a screech, really she hadn’t.
“Look sis, it’s not a big deal.”
“Oh yeah it is,” she said, feeling her temperature rise. “They made you quit to go pick up your missing-in-the-wilderness sibling?”
Her brother’s eyebrows rose, obviously surprised by her response. “Hey, seriously, I didn’t care in the slightest. You and I know I only took that job to please the parental units.”
“ …that stupid slut.”
A muscle in Abby’s cheek twitched. One of the
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