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comfort him, but that probably wouldn’t be her brightest idea. Instead, she turned to him. “Hey. You should be thanking the fates you don’t have to work for that woman.”
    “What an arrogant bitch.” His eyes turned dark with fury as he continued, “It’s always like this. Nobody wants to employ someone like me. No diploma. No experience. And once they see my criminal record, they believe they have the right to treat me like shit. Can’t get me out of their offices fast enough.”
    “Better opportunities will come around,” she said in an effort to brighten his bad mood.
    “Not for me.” He launched forward and stabbed repeatedly at the elevator button before shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “This whole thing makes no sense. Finding a job is part of my probation, but anyone with any sense knows that nobody will hire me. Nobody.”
    Gwen physically felt him closing up and giving in to his anger and despair. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down her spine. What if he did something stupid in his current state of mind?
    “Fernando–” she began, just as the elevator doors opened.
    “Just forget it. Thanks for trying to help. But just…forget it.”
    She mechanically followed him into the elevator, too concerned about his mood to ask him if he’d mind walking down the stairs. When the doors closed she realized her mistake, but it was too late. Her heart sped up, and her palms grew damp as she forced herself to think of anything but the fact that she had to stay in a steel coffin for the next few minutes, dangling hundreds of feet over solid concrete.
    Fernando was oblivious to her distress, muttering curses under his breath. Gwen pushed her back against the cool metal wall and concentrated on her breathing, her eyes again fixated on the lit up numbers, counting them down in her head.
    Twenty-six. Twenty-five. Twenty-four.
    Gwen gasped and stumbled forward, grasping for the rail as the elevator car came to a jarring stop. Fernando cursed. A second later the lights went out with a flicker and Gwen squealed with panic.
    I’m going to die! The walls are…there’s not enough oxygen in here…why isn’t it moving?
    Meanwhile, the emergency lights had come on, bathing the confined space with a dim light.
    Fernando looked at her, concern apparent on his face. “Hey, you okay?” When she didn’t answer, he reached out to her shoulder, and the unexpected contact caused her to cry out again. Her heart hammered in her throat as fear mixed with desire, a heady mixture that blindsided her.
    “Why isn’t it moving?” she asked in a thready voice she hated.
    “Don’t know. I’m sure it’s nothing. You okay?”
    Gwen tried to keep the creeping panic at bay, but as the seconds ticked by she knew she’d soon lose the battle – lest for a miracle. Her treacherous mind filled with thoughts of the cables snapping, plummeting them into certain death. No – she could do better than that. She would not panic. In a few moments, the doors would open again, and she’d step out of this cage onto safe ground. Open space.
    “I’m sure it’s nothing serious. This happens all the time. In a few minutes, we’ll be out of here.”
    What was meant as a consolation only heightened her panic. “Minutes?” she shrieked.
    Fernando touched her shoulder again, and she jumped at his touch. Every time they made contact, bolts of desire coursed through her body, making the all-encompassing terror take a backseat. She wasn’t sure though, which was better.
    “Let me see if the phone is working.” Fernando picked up the emergency phone and was connected to someone on the ground level. “We’re stuck between the twenty-fourth and twenty-third floors.”
    Gwen listened, silently praying someone had flipped the wrong switch and would get them moving again. Immediately. But when Fernando hung up the phone a few seconds later and shook his head, her heart plummeted.
    “There’s something wrong with the electrical system. The