Page 16 of Stranded with the Billionaire
“You mean like Rachel Ray or Martha Stewart?” Sterling frowned. He didn’t seem the type for that.
“No. I was thinking more like, Beat Bobby Flay or Iron Chef,” his hands started moving as he talked and Sterling had the inkling that when he got excited over something he emphasized his talking with gestures. “That would be cool.”
“Cool indeed,” Sterling agreed. She did not cook. Nor did she see the fun in it. However, she did enjoy eating so if he liked making brownies, she’d be happy to sample them. Or anything else since she was generally hungry.
Not that she was ever going to see Jake Ramesly after they managed to get off this mountain. Sterling took out her phone, snapping a quick photo of Jake as he walked through the snow. She held the cell up and prayed for a signal. “Wait! I think I have a bar!”
Jake practically ran back to her as Sterling dialed 911 and pressed to connect the call.
No service.
“How can that be? There’s a bar on the screen,” Jake growled as he pointed to the clearly defined bar.
“It’s okay. I’ll text 911,” Sterling tried to resend the previous message about them being missing. She added on that they were now walking down a logging road and pressed send.
Incorrect number. Unable to send message,the phone screen flashed back.
Sterling looked at Jake. “What now?”
“Maybe we can send a text to someone else,” Jake suggested. “They can tell the police what we send to them.”
“Good idea,” she texted her brother. Or she tried to. The shattered corner of the screen wouldn’t let her access her contact list. “It’s broken.”
“Can you put in the number manually?” Jake asked.
Sterling brought up the keyboard function and began to put in the phone number. The numbers on the screen skipped as the cellphone didn’t acknowledge two, five or six.
“Who do we know that doesn’t have a two, five or six in their phone number?” Sterling said in frustration. The screen was cracked but yesterday the phone had worked perfectly. Now it appeared the damage had progressed.
They both began going through various numbers of people they knew, ruling out almost everyone from business associates to friends and family. It didn’t help that due to the phone keeping all the numbers in a contact list, neither of them had that many full phone numbers that they could recall offhand.
“Wait, I think I’ve got one!” Jake had been writing his numbers in the snow, trying to find one. “Try 317-907-8070.”
“Who is that?” Sterling asked as she punched in the number.
“My cousin Max,” Jake replied. He came to peer over Sterling’s shoulder as she began to furiously text.
Not all the text letters worked either.
“It was working yesterday!” she wailed in frustration.
“Okay, we can figure out a simple message without whatever letters aren’t working,” Jake assured her. It took them a good twenty minutes.
Phone 911. JR & SH strnded on mt. Plne crshed. Get Cops follow phone.
“Maybe we should replace Plne with Flight?” Sterling asked doubtfully.
“The G doesn’t work, remember?” Jake frowned at the screen. “Maybe just delete that and leave the crashed part.”
“Okay,” she got rid of the unnecessary word and sent it.
They both waited to see what the phone would say.
Message sent.
Jake had a sigh of relief.
“Yes!” Sterling grabbed him in a hug. “We’re going to get rescued!”
