Shayla II

“None of your business, B.” Shayla turned away and walked further up the glacier. “I need some space.”
“I have some news for you, baby.”
“I need some space, B.”
“I think you will be quite interested.” Bruno ran his hand over Shayla’s backside.
“God damn it! What did I just say? Hand’s off asshole.” Shayla took a step back, positioned herself carefully, and punched Bruno square in the nose.
Bruno reeled backwards. Shayla noticed the bright red dots of blood that dripped against the white of the glacier. Somehow, it comforted her.
Bruno was in shock.
“Wow, baby. Was that necessary?”
“God damn right it was.”
“We’ll need to talk about this with the group, you know. I will need to share.” Bruno delicately pinched the bridge of his nose as he looked up at the clear, Alaskan sky.
“Do what you need to do, baby.” Shayla’s words spewed, hot, from her lips.
Bruno headed down the glacier toward his car. Shayla didn’t watch him go. She hugged herself again.

“By the way, your sister is at the hotel.”
Shayla turned around as if drawn by a magnetic field.
“Angie’s here? But how –“
“You want a lift?” Bruno smiled.
“Yes please.” Shayla smiled sweetly.
“Yes please what?”
“Yes please, B.”
“So we’re friends again are we sexy?”

Shayla brushed past Bruno as she headed past him, in the direction of his green Explorer, leading the way.

“And don’t call me sexy.”