Her body was pressed next to him as they were staring at each other in silence. Their faces were half an inch apart, carefully restraining their breathing.
“All clear,” the man said through his walkie-talkie.
“All clear,” another voice replied.
Erin had not sensed danger earlier, but the way they were forced together in the narrow corner told her that trouble had been close, too close. The static of the walkie-talkie buzzed in her ears, making her heart hammer. She pressed her forehead against Xander’s chest and closed her eyes, holding her breath until the sound faded into silence.
She clung to him, waiting, every nerve on edge. When the noise was finally gone, she opened her eyes only to meet his gaze, realizing with a jolt that the greatest danger was not outside but right in front
