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his arms, inhaling her hair's sweet, lemony fragrance, whispering into its softness, "Thank you for saving my life."
Abby felt bereft when, much too soon, Mike drew the strength of his comforting body away, but he said, "I need to get someone to take a look at this."
In minutes, people joined them. Snatches of conversation added to both her knowledge of the moving room called an elevator and to her vocabulary in relation to it. She hung back and watched as the security people, then the elevator repair crew, investigated the incident.
The elevator car was stuck on another floor; its emergency stop button had been pulled. The door shouldn't have opened onto an empty shaft, even with Mike's special card, but it had. John, the head security guard, grumbled about tampering and sent his men to search for evidence but found none. The situation was labeled an accident.
Abby felt uneasy getting into even a different elevator for the ride down to the Bronco, but the uneasiness was born of the mishap, not any supernatural sense. The incident increased the tension between Mike and her; she had never seen his scowl so intense as he watched her. Uncomfortable, she studied the green-carpeted floor of the moving room.
She had not been able to prevent herself from cringing when he'd turned to her when no longer in danger. She had no fear he would strike her but expected a verbal onslaught, accusations of

 
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