Momentary Marriage(4)

She didn't in this instance, of course, for various reasons, the foremost being her ambivalence about any personal contact between her and the guy standing next to her. Jared was one of the advertising agency’s biggest clients and, she suspected, the man who inspired the cliché about playing with fire.

Ignoring the man’s sexy aftershave, Kelsey stared up at the floor numbers, abstractly noting the elevator's usual slow progress.

“That was a great lunch,” she offered casually.

“Yes, it was,” Jared agreed, his gaze enigmatic on her face, a hint of mockery in his voice, as if he knew she was trying to make casual conversation.

He stood so close in the small elevator now that his suit coat sleeve brushed against her arm. Kelsey suspected he was well aware of the tension between them. She saw it in his dark eyes often when he looked at her, desire mixed with a whisper of a dare.

Still ignoring the thrum zinging through her body, Kelsey glanced over at the elevator's only other occupant, her longtime friend, Doug Morton.

Doug stood by the button panel, his curly light brown hair looking as if it had been recently trimmed into rigorous submission. Truthfully, everything about Doug was as earnest and sincere as his polite, business-like haircut.

She felt the affectionate smile fade from her lips, remembering Amy’s revelation earlier in the day. Her own obliviousness still stunned her. Amy was in love with Doug and somehow she hadn’t seen it.

All morning, Kelsey had found her mind returning to the problem of how to keep her sister from making a transatlantic move. The situation with Doug shouldn’t be hard to rearrange. She’d never even hinted that she would be interested in a warmer relationship with him. But after Amy had opened her eyes this morning, Kelsey had to admit she’d been leaning on Doug, relying on him for companionship and support, for years.

Remembering the pain in her sister’s eyes, Kelsey felt like kicking herself.

Standing next to the elevator’s control panel now, Doug pressed the button for her floor again, a frown furrowing his brow. “This thing is even slower today than usual.”

“Only one of the negatives in having offices in a building built in the thirties,” Kelsey noted.

Just then the elevator lurched to a stop, the light on the floor indicator hovering ominously between eleven and twelve.

Jared laughed, glancing down at her. “I hope you didn’t have any meetings scheduled immediately after lunch. Looks like we’re stuck.”

Kelsey opened her mouth to answer—

And felt the elevator floor fall away from under her feet, sending her hurtling through air. In a sickening rush of seconds, it came to a sudden, jolting stop, as did she, sprawled on the floor of the elevator.

Panic reigned briefly before Kelsey recognized that the elevator car had stabilized and wasn't dropping to the basement. Death was not imminent, it seemed.

Then she realized she was on the floor of the elevator car, wrapped in Jared Barrett’s surprisingly powerful arms, her face buried in his jacket. He must have caught her in the middle of their dizzying fall and now she was held tight against his chest.

Prompted by a reckless impulse, Kelsey inhaled.

A wave of pure craving flooded her. With her cheek pressed against his shirt, she felt the strong thudding of his heart, the heat of his muscular body against hers. It almost made her rethink her decision to steer clear of the man.

Locked in his embrace as they lie sprawled on the floor, she slowly tilted her head back to look into his face. Jared’s gaze fastened on her, dark eyes hot and hungry. For the long stretch of a second, his mouth hovered above hers. Kelsey felt her breath catch in her throat, her every heart beat silently telegraphing YES! to the question that charged the air.

She thought she felt his hand at her back, urging her closer.

“Goddammit! Damned crazy elevator nearly killed us!”

The sound of Doug’s swearing brought reality splashing back. Kelsey reluctantly looked away from Jared to where Doug knelt. Turned away from them, still clinging to the elevator hand rail, he jabbed angrily at the emergency button.

“Kelsey!” Doug said, turning toward her with concern. “Are you all right?”

“Yes,” she said, the hesitation in her voice as much from her close encounter with Jared as from the elevator’s malfunction.

She let herself glance at him, still kneeling on the floor beside her.

Jared stood. He extended a hand to help her up, his expression matter of fact again, although she could feel the energy bouncing off him.

“Are you okay?”

“I think so.” Kelsey let him pull her up, aware of the strength of his hand around hers.

“Damned stupid death trap,” Doug ranted beneath his breath as he stood up, still punching at the elevator buttons. “End up in the basement…kill someone someday.”