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Theo’s hands were slick with sweat and his heart was just about pounding out of his chest. That was too fricking close. One minute later and he wouldn’t have had time to back away from the oncoming avalanche. He would have had to speed through and hope they cleared it on the other side.
On the other hand, if he’d started backing up earlier, he might have run into the other slide, the one behind them.
“Avalanche sandwich,” he said wryly, after wrestling his breathing into something more like normal. “Don’t see that every day.”
Natalie was twisting this way and that so she could see in all directions. “Think it’s done?”
“Probably, but—”
“I’m getting out.”
“What—wait—”
But it was too late, she was already opening the door. She stepped out gingerly, careful not to make any moves that
