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man from the elevator company has been paged and should be on site in ten minutes or so.”
    “Ten minutes?” she parroted as panic rose again. Her legs gave out, and she sank to the floor, hugging her arms around her knees. A meltdown was the last thing she needed. Not alone with the man who made her melt in different ways.
    “Yeah, we’ll be out of here before you even notice. Why don’t you try to relax?” He sat down beside her, making her overly aware of his presence. The waves of anger had stopped rolling off of him, and instead, she could sense his honest concern for her.
    “ Relax?” she hissed. “We’re twenty-four floors up and stuck in a metal box.”
    “I know, but–” The phone rang, and before the sound even registered in Gwen’s foggy brain, Fernando had jumped up to answer it. She didn’t even try to figure out what was said on the other end of the line. What did it matter if she died now or a few minutes later?
    Fernando sat back down, a few inches closer this time. “That was the man from the elevator company. He said it would probably be around half an hour before they can get us down.”
    “Half an hour?” Gwen wanted to jump up, but her legs wouldn’t obey. “No, they need to get us out now. Now!” The panic gradually took over every last one of her cells, and her breathing became ragged. The walls were closing in on her, and a huge weight constricted her chest, making it hard to fill her lungs with much-needed oxygen. Taking a deep breath was out of the question, so she resorted to fast shallow ones, which didn’t help. Her field of vision narrowed down until she fixated on the tiny gap between the elevator doors. If she only could force them apart.
    You can do this. The walls are not moving. Breathe, Gwen. In. Out. Slowly. In. Count to five. Out. Count to five.
    She was so focused on staving off a full-blown panic attack, she hadn’t noticed Fernando had moved to kneel in front of her and was now running his hands up and down her arms. Sparks ignited, and a different kind of shiver ran down her spine and heat pooled in her core. In a daze, she licked her dry lips and looked at him. In the dim glow of the emergency light, she could barely make out his features, but nevertheless, his presence gave her some comfort.
    “What’s wrong? Are you ill?”
    “No. I’m fi-fi-fine,” she stammered, hoping he’d continue to stroke her arms. She needed him to keep her panic at bay, but at the same time, she didn’t know how long she could endure his touch without throwing herself into his arms. Against his chest.
    “You’re not fine.” He lifted a hand to her forehead. “You’re clammy and breathing too fast. Are you afraid?”
    “No. No. I’m fine.” The lie barely left her lips.
    His laugh was harsh. “Yeah, tell me something I might believe.” He reached for her hand, rubbing his thumb across the back of her knuckles. “Nothing will happen to us.”
    “Thirty minutes–”
    “Isn’t all that long. Come here.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his broad chest. She immediately buried her face against his strong muscles, hearing his steady heartbeat. But as his scent drifted into her nostrils, her body started throbbing with need. A need – or want – she couldn’t give in to.
    Holding onto him like a lifebelt, she let herself be lulled by Fernando’s voice talking about mundane things, focusing on his baritone timbre, the rumble of his chest with each word he spoke. She closed her eyes, almost able to forget where they were for a few minutes.
    Fernando felt Gwen’s body relax against his own, and the less he worried about her state of mind, the more another tension started to build. A tension that sent jolts right to his groin. He wanted to take her right there, and it cost every last ounce of his self-restraint not to ravish the amazing girl in his arms.
    Holding her against his chest, and yet unable to caress her the way he wanted to –