Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports

57

Not too long ago (though it felt like several lifetimes), Fang, Nudge, and I had found a vacation house in Colorado. No one had been using it then, but now it was ski season, and snow lay thick on the ground. Still, it was worth checking out.

Because the others were ahead of me, I sped up to be in front. Then I changed direction slightly, knowing exactly how to get there from here.

Taking a chance, I glanced at Fang.

"Where are you going? A little hideaway that Ari knows about?" Icicles crackled on his words.

"The ski house we found. Maybe it's still unoccupied. Be a place to rest up."

He shook his head. "No way! You know the rules-never return to a place you've been! If someone's been there, they know it was broken into and will have beefed up their security. If no one's been there, we pretty much cleaned out all the food anyway."

God, I just hated it when he was reasonable and logical. I mean, if there was ever anything calculated to make me see red...

"I've thought of that," I said calmly. "But we need some downtime, and it's our best option."

"It is not!" he said. "We should find a canyon or cave somewhere and hunker down-"

"I'm tired of caves and canyons!" I surprised both of us by snapping. "I'm tired of desert rat, medium rare! I want a roof and a bed and food that I don't have to catch and skin!"

He stared at me, and instantly I felt embarrassed, as if I had just admitted I wasn't tough as nails.

Well, too bad. That was how I felt.

I sped up, leaving Fang behind, and headed right for the vacation home.