Christmas to the Max Dirt Track Dogs_The Second Lap by P. Jameson

Author:P. Jameson [Jameson, P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Paper Zombie Press
Published: 2018-12-22T16:00:00+00:00

Tabatha walked along the snowy sidewalk, taking directions from her newest friend, Rocco the Grouch. The storeroom was close enough to walk he’d said, and they would blend in more.

Blend in. Almost like he didn’t want to be seen with her.

Hm, well. Maybe she’d just have to break him of that.

The village streets were the same as when they’d rode in. Quiet and empty except for the occasional shifter hurrying into their home or peeking from a window. Even still, it was a beautiful place with stone sidewalks and lots of evergreen trees. The perfect place to celebrate Christmas… if it weren’t for the fact that everything felt closed off. Walled up.

Like their hearts, she thought.

They stopped in front of a large brick building. There was no signage to indicate where they were, but on the heavy wooden door hung an OPEN sign.

“This the place?” she asked Rocco.

His grudging response was a nod.

Tabatha marched up to the building, ready to introduce herself to whoever was inside. She was anxious to meet another of Maxim’s people. His mother’s response was cold, but it didn’t mean everyone would react to her that way. She only needed one ally in this strange place, and then maybe she could be of use to them.

She knew how much it meant to Maxim to fix his skulk. She wanted to help him succeed. And not just so they could get back to Cedar Valley. It was like he needed to make amends of some sort. As if he felt he owed his people before he could go on with his life. And if it was that ingrained in his heart, she wouldn’t let him fail. Couldn’t let him.

Pushing into the building, she realized it was split into two sections by a wide hallway with entrances on both sides. She started for the one on the right. Peeking through the entrance, she saw shelves upon shelves of… weapons?

What was this, an armory?

Before she had a chance to ask, a large muscular man stepped into the entrance. He stared at her with dark, intense eyes and after drawing in a long breath, he scowled, crossing his arms over his broad chest so that he looked like some kind of sentinel. As if the place needed protecting.

From her.

“Not there,” Rocco said, jerking his head toward the other entrance.

“What is the meaning of this?” the big man asked Rocco.

“Just getting some supplies. Come, female.” Rocco was using his rough voice. The one she was quickly coming to know was especially for seeming mean.

He pulled her toward the other entrance and the big man followed them inside the other half of the building.

The area was filled with shelves of food and other necessities, warehouse style, stacked high and haphazardly. There wasn’t much organization, but Tabatha was sure she could find someone to help her get the things she needed to make the cabin homier.

Heading for the front, she found a small, red-haired woman crouched over a counter, reading a book. She was so engrossed in whatever it was that she didn’t even notice Tabatha.

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