Backwoods Bailout by M. Levesque

Author:M. Levesque
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

I’ll give her credit. She didn’t seem all that surprised to see another woman sitting on the couch next to her boyfriend. She didn’t seem threatened in the least, but then if I looked like her I wouldn’t have felt threatened either. She was nearly six feet of model-skinny bottle blonde and tanned legs.

She blinked at Marcus when he didn’t say anything at first, and I wondered if he’d just get up and move to another country to avoid this…unpleasantness. Then Marcus seemed to remember that I was sitting six inches away, and he looked over at me like I’d been teleported there. Then he looked back at Holly and coughed weakly, his face turning a really unnatural shade of purple.

It took me another few seconds of watching him and waiting for a response before I realized something wasn’t right. “Oh my God, you’re choking, aren’t you?” I blurted.

He nodded as tears streamed out of his eyes.

I shifted behind him and leveraged him to his feet before performing the Heimlich maneuver. As to whether he was worth the effort, I’d have to see later, but I was able to launch the meatball out of his windpipe, even with Jason trotting around the living room in hot pursuit of a squealing blonde woman waving a whiskey bottle over her head in terror.

Marcus collapsed onto all fours as soon as I let him go, the half-masticated meatball on the floor in front of him. He stayed there gasping for breath long enough that I was able to contain Jason and send him back up to our shared room. Then I stood staring at Marcus and Holly long enough to realize that I should probably follow the dog. I was the third wheel, not the other way around.

I rushed into my tiny bedroom and slammed the door as soon as I was through it. “I can’t believe this is happening,” I said to Jason, my voice shaking violently with the aftershock of the adrenaline rush.

That’s when my cellphone rang. It was Lynn, my long-time editor and someone I would consider to be more than just an acquaintance, though I could honestly count the number of times she’d called me after six o’clock on one hand.

I thumbed the connection open as another ball of worry started to roll in my spaghetti-filled gut.

“Hello?”

There was a long pause. Long enough to make me think I’d been butt dialed, but then, “I’m s-so sorry, Lacy.” She sobbed.

“Lynn, is everything okay?” I asked her. I could barely reorganize her voice past the crying and mumble of words. “Are you drunk?”

“It’s gone. Is all gone,” she slurred.

I swallowed that tight feeling in my throat as my emotions threatened to take over. “What’s all gone?” I finally asked.

“Everything. Gail hit the bricks. Hit ’em hard and took everything with her.”

“Gail Daily, my publisher Gail Daily?” I asked, because I wasn’t ready to admit that what I was hearing was true.

“I’m s-sorry Lacy. You’re ah…ahh, a great writer. You’ll find another publisher, lickety-splip.

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