Menace In Christmas River (Christmas River 8) - Plot & Excerpts
The skin on my upper left thigh was red and irritated and painful to the touch, but there was no blistering. I’d had worse burns in the pie shop kitchen, and I knew that all I would need was a little Neosporin cream, and some time to heal. I grimaced as I walked over to the sink to wash my hands. I turned the faucet on, and as I did so, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Maybe it was just the fluorescent lighting, but I couldn’t deny that I was looking haggardly. My skin was pasty, and my eyes didn’t look quite right after being mercilessly whipped by the wind outside. I was exhausted. Even though I was used to working hard baking pies all day long, today had been a different kind of work, altogether. It had been much more stressful than an average day at the pie shop – that much was certain.And it wasn’t even over yet. The thought of finding a quiet culinary classroom somewhere in the building and curling up underneath a desk sounded tempting. But I couldn’t do that.
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