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CHAPTER SEVEN
Amanda
There is baggage, and there is baggage. The “urban explorer” who can make me tingle with a smile is actually a jewel thief with an ex-partner trying to kill him. I still want him, which is ridiculous. But most of what I want right this second is to survive this—and get real answers.
Right now, we’re descending into the dark together. The dumbwaiter is slow and the smell of turned earth is wafting up to us from the basement draft below. His arms wrap around me protectively, and his sleekly muscled body moves slightly against me as he breathes.
I’m freezing from the terror and from the chill coming at my body from every direction. But he’s like a furnace against me, even through the leather. I cling to him, when in any other situation I would be pushing him away—a
