Chapter 7

• Forcing her mind off the smaller part, she bent her knee up to half crawl and try to reach the exit faster. When she came to a slight turn, she stretched out, holding the light in front of her to look. “Brody.” His hand touched her ankle. “There’s a grate over the end.”
• “Fuck,” he panted out a loud breath.
• Holding still, she realized he was trying to move up along beside her. Turning onto her side, she pushed her back against the cool steel to make room for him. By the time he was at her waist, he had to turn on his side and shimmy his way up further. When they were face to face, he winked at her and then reached out and took the light from her hand and shone it around the bend in the pipe.