For a moment, he feared Tracie’s tenuous gasp on the silky fabric would fail and she’d be pulled back down into the room below. But she held on tight and he pulled her free, half falling down the roof with her tumbling after him. Trevor’s angry shouts echoed up through the open skylight as Heath and Tracie scrambled through the deep snow toward where he’d left his snowmobile. He didn’t have time to stop and put on his snowshoes, but he figured Tracie was far worse off in her open high heels. She flung the drape around her shoulders, the lightweight fabric offering her otherwise bare arms meager protection against the bitter cold. “You drive,” he shouted as they reached the snowmobile. She hopped into the seat and scooted forward, making room for him to jump on behind. He pulled the keys from his pocket and cranked the engine. She tore out just as the door opened behind them and armed men came spilling out. “Where to?” she shouted over her shoulder. “This way.” He reached his arms around hers and steered them toward the road, trying to cover as much of her body as possible with his.
