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“Stop!”

“Did you find something?” Mace gripped her hands tightly.

“No, but my shirt is caught on the vent and it’s wrapping around my neck. If I don’t loosen it I’ll choke before I land.”

“Can you rip it?”

“With what? You have both my arms. If you unbutton it I can slip out of it and put it back on when you come down.”

“Okay, hold onto the edge, I’ll try to do this as quickly as possible so you don’t fall.” Mace let go of one hand, and she had to quickly grab onto the edge of the vent.

“I can’t see a freaking thing!” Mace’s fingers fumbled around her face, then drifted lower to brush against her breast.

He quickly shifted until he found the buttons that fastened the shirt. The knuckles of his fingers brushed her breasts again, making her nipples tighten painfully. Annie was surprised her blush didn’t light up the room.

“Why do they make these things so damn small?” Mace growled, still fumbling with the button.

Annie heard a grunt, then the ping of a button popping off her shirt. Suddenly she was free and started to slide.

“Let go! I don’t want to drag you down!” Her grip on the side was slipping. She felt Mace let go, and slid right out of her shirt.

She vaguely heard a tearing sound as she jumped back and fell onto the floor. Her hand landed on something wet that smelled like bleach, and a bottle hit her on the head.

“Are you okay?” Mace whispered from above her.

“Yes. I wasn’t that far off the ground. Not the most graceful landing though.”

“Any landing you walk away from is a good landing.” The smile in Mace’s voice was clear.

“Let me find the door and I’ll take a peek out.”

“No! Wait for me to come down,” he hissed.

Annie felt her way around the closet like a blind person, totally disoriented until she felt molding around the door. Running her hands up and down, she found the handle and opened it the merest fraction of an inch.

The hallway was deserted, and the stairway had some sort of device on it with wires and a timer. That couldn’t be good.

“It’s okay. We’re alone down here, and I think we will be.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because there’s a bomb on the door next to us.”
 

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