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inevitable fact that she’d just about kissed him in the center of the bank lobby before the crazy robbery started.
    They’d get through this together, laugh about it later, and hopefully find a quiet place for that kiss she was determined to have. Would it be like all the times she’d dreamed about this past week? Probably it would be better.
    “Hey. You two, lovebirds. On your feet.” Emma Rae felt someone kick her ankle. Zeke rose to a sitting position but kept his gaze riveted on her face.
    “Get up,” the gunman said again. His rough smoker’s voice grated out, “What are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?” He kicked Zeke’s calf and pointed the gun at his head. Zeke patted her on the arm once. She actually missed his warm connection as he moved from her. That hadn’t happened in a long time.
    Emma looked over her shoulder and watched as Zeke slowly get to his feet. The gunman threatening him wore gray coveralls like the others, but his garment fit so tight around the paunch of his midsection the zipper flap bent back and the teeth, barely held together, looked in jeopardy of bursting open.
    Hands in the air at shoulder height, Zeke turned his attention from her and faced the gunman. He was taller by half a head than the man holding them hostage. Emma Rae couldn’t stop the furiously comforting thoughts from swirling in her head about Zeke. Something about being near him made her feel emboldened. She should be terrified, but his mere presence beside her made her feel stronger.
    “You, too, sweetheart. Get up. I have a job for the two of you.”
    “I can do it,” Zeke said. “You don’t need her.”
    Suddenly the barrel of Mr. Paunchy’s gun was shoved beneath Zeke’s chin. “I do need her.” The gunman put his cold gaze on her. “Get up, sweet thing, or I blow your boyfriend’s head off.”
    Emma Rae rose to her feet very slowly and carefully. Zeke gave her another reassuring smile.
    “Let’s go.” The gunman pointed toward the hall in the direction that the bank officer with the bloody nose had gone. The hallway they’d disappeared down was unlit and partially in shadows. She took a small step and paused. A very bad feeling encompassed her at that moment. Were they being led to their deaths? If so, she didn’t want to be killed in the darkened passage.
    The warmth of Zeke’s body seeped into her back as he stepped closer. He waited for her to move. Emma Rae couldn’t seem to take a step. She earned the wrath of the gunman.
    “Get moving, or I’ll splatter your blood right here in the lobby,” he roared. Next he shoved Zeke into her. She took another step, trying to calm her unnatural fears about the shadowy darkness of the hallway and being led to her death in the claustrophobic vault.
    Zeke’s hands fell onto her shoulders. He squeezed lightly, and they moved a few tentative steps forward. She stopped as the looming darkness filled the well of fear already dug deeply in her soul.
    He squeezed her again gently as if to calm her yet get her to move. The gunman, apparently tired of her hesitation, came around in front of them, grabbed her forearm, and dragged her toward the hallway. Zeke stayed with her like he was tethered to her waist with a short rope.
    Clenching her wrist painfully, the gunman pulled her down the shadowy hall until they’d reached the end. She didn’t have time to be more than uncomfortable with the darkness. He soon pushed her into the safety-deposit-box room. It was lit brightly, and her erratic heartbeat slowed in the light. The bank officer with the bloody nose was at the far side of the room, facedown on the floor and unmoving. There was a table with several safety-deposit boxes resting in the center of the flat surface.
    Emma Rae stopped and reared back from the gunman’s grasp. “Is he dead?”
    “Don’t know. Don’t care.” He grabbed her arm again and yanked her to the table. “Grab that white bag on the floor and start loading up what’s