Shutter speed: a Snapshot novella by Barker Freya

Author:Barker, Freya [Barker, Freya]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Freya Barker
Published: 2017-02-13T05:00:00+00:00

It takes longer than I expect. The bears take their time disappearing into the woods at the far side of the campground. On the way back, I have to contend with worried campers who woke up when I fired a warning shot in the air. I made sure every last one of them was instructed on the rules of camping in bear country. Something I didn't do myself when I took the plates in but forgot about the pan. Christ, if I hadn't been able to distract her, I would've had to shoot that magnificent animal. As it is, I attracted too much attention already, judging by the lights on in the trailer on the far side of the campground. No doubt they've taken note of the fact I'm carrying.

In contrast, Isla's trailer is dark, which is a bit of a surprise. I would've thought she'd have the place lit up like a football stadium. An unfamiliar pang of guilt hits me when I think of the way I walked out on her earlier. Fuck me, but I want her.

Realizing I hadn't even heard the loud raucous party, I managed to break up in record time, had freaked me the fuck out. I never lose sight of my surroundings, ever. But I had then; so wrapped up in the pint-sized sweetness moaning under me I wouldn't have heard a bomb go off. It threw me; I walked away, and regretted it almost instantly. Even more so, when I fucking spent hours sitting in my trailer after, staring up the hill through the tiny window.

My life has never been conducive to having anything more than the occasional one-night stand. The only time I spent more than one night with someone, since I started working undercover, was when it benefited the case I was working on at the time. Just like I'd planned to do with Isla. I had no trouble keeping my mind focused where it should be on those previous occasions. Not so now. Not even after I left her alone.

The campground is quiet now. The occasional frog the only sound to be heard. The storm door squeaks when I pull it open. The same sound I'd heard from my trailer earlier, causing me to run up here, to find Isla in a damn standoff between the bear and her cub. I knock softly on the door so I don't scare her, before trying the knob, finding it unlocked. It's dark, so I let my eyes adjust for a second before checking the kitchen and the couch. Then I turn left, toward the bedroom. Only to find it empty as well.

"Isla?"

I hear it then, a slight shuffle, right before the narrow bathroom door flings open. I barely manage to catch her when she comes barreling out of her hiding place and launches herself against me, shaking like a leaf.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." I hear her mumbled voice in my neck. She's on me like Velcro, her legs wrapped around my hips and her arms so tight around my neck; she's cutting off airflow.

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