Santa Paws by Raines Harmony

Author:Raines, Harmony [Raines, Harmony]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Coming of Age, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Paranormal, Holidays, Romance, Fantasy, Werewolves & Shifters, Paranormal & Urban, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages), General Fiction
Published: 2015-11-21T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven – Dermot

“You are sure this is safe?” she asked.

Dermot was not a man to lie, especially to his mate, but he had to reassure her, or she wouldn’t be going anywhere near the North Pole. “John has been flying it for years.”

That was the truth, but Dermot decided to leave out the part about when he nearly crashed into a barn. It was how Dermot had met John. Or rescued him. It was why he had been able to call in the favour, John owed Dermot and Damon a favour, and although Dermot rarely called in the numerous favours the inhabitants of Bear Bluff owed him, these were exceptional circumstances.

“This your woman?” John asked. He was sitting in the pilot's seat, radio in hand, trying to get clearance to fly. The snow had stopped and if they were quick, they would be able to get in the air before all the big planes from the city began to fly again. This snow would have caused a backlog of flights, with many people spending their Christmas in an airport terminal if they weren’t lucky.

Dermot was beginning to see how quickly your Christmas spirit might just disappear.

“She is. I am the very lucky mate of Vicky Vixen.”

John looked at Vicky, but didn’t comment. “Nice to have a mate at Christmas. If you see one for me, send her my away.”

“You're too old to be thinking that kind of thing,” Dermot joked.

John laughed, a dry cackle. “Man’s never too old for that kind of thinking.”

“Here,” Dermot said, making sure Vicky’s seatbelt was secure. “Once we’re in the air, it shouldn't take us long to get there. John said three hours at the most.”

She looked at her watch, her face worried. “Even if we make it there in three hours, we are not going to have much time left to get to ... where Santa is.”

“Which is where, exactly?” John asked. “I could take some tourists past his place if you tell me.”

“It’s a trade secret,” Vicky said and smiled for the first time since they had left the hospital. Whatever was bothering her went deep, overtaking her emotions. Dermot was concerned for her, but hoped she could find a way to get past her fears.

“You just get us to the North Pole,” Dermot said, “I think we can handle it from there.”

“As you like. OK. We have clearance; let’s get this bird in the air.”

This bird was more like a penguin, awkward and not meant to fly. But it was their only shot of getting to the North Pole. He had tried to book flights with a couple of major airlines. They had almost laughed him off the phone, and he hadn’t even mentioned reindeers.

“We’ll be OK,” he said to Vicky.

“Who are you trying to reassure?” she asked. “Maybe if we crash I might find my Christmas spirit quick enough so I can fly to safety.”

“Just remember you can’t live without me,” he said, and then they were rising so quickly, he was slammed back into the seat.

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