And she might have done. Either he turned the corner and saw the revolving chair or glanced at her wig barest before she ran off, a booming voice yelled from behind her, "HEY!"
Shit oh s**t oh s**t…
Rough hands grasped her the moment she hit the chilly night air, but as my and Phoenix's faces drifted out of the shadows, she was able to snag her scream before it escaped. "This way," I hissed, leading her in the direction the car was parked. Our feet crunched through the snow, slowing us, and the muscles of her thighs protested their limits as she pushed them. In the back, she could hear the front doors burst open yet again and more shouting from the angry security guard.
Phoenix interrupted him. "Hey, my man, you got a light?"
"What the f**k are you doing out here?"
"Strollin'."
"Did
