Chapter 22Andrew closed the small door on Rick and me once we squeezed into the grandfather clock. It looked only large enough to hold a broom and a pail, but it opened up once we stepped inside, as though it grew to accommodate the two of us automatically. I found it difficult to breathe, and I was thinking, “Okay, this is the stupidest thing I've ever done.” I began to sweat because Rick's hand was on my lower back. For one distressing moment, I wondered if he'd go for a quick feel-up, but he didn't.
“Ready, sweetheart?” Rick asked quietly.
“Hell no,” I said. And I meant it.
“Sure you are. Take my hand,” he said in a soothing tone. His hand left my back, and I reached over to take it. Despite Were sight, I couldn't see my own hand in front of my face. His fingers gripped my gloved han
