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She loved him. She was in love with Sawyer Lane.
She wanted to tell him, but before she could say anything, he tipped her chin up and kissed her.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“This way.” Sawyer waved Hollis and Parker down the stairwell.
The power was still off, and phones still jammed. There was no way of knowing if they’d neutralized all of the attackers who were after Hollis.
They headed for the cargo elevator. Sawyer wanted Hollis out of the building.
“You’re sure the cargo elevator still had power?” Sawyer asked Park.
“Yep. Saw it myself when I was heading your way. It must be on a separate circuit.”
A quick ride in the cargo elevator was better than getting caught in this stairwell.
“Stop,” Park said suddenly.
Sawyer paused, and pulled Hollis close. He heard noises echo through the stairwell, but thankfully, they didn’t sound too close.
“Sounds like a team is moving up the stairwell,” Park murmured. After a second, he nodded.
Sawyer trusted the man’s instincts. They’d saved Sawyer’s life too many times to count.
Park opened the door to the next floor, and they moved into the hallway. They hurried past all the closed doors and finally reached the cargo elevator. It was tucked around the back of the floor, near the trash chutes.
The lights glowed on the panel.
Thank God. They deserved a break. Sawyer pressed the button. A minute later, the doors opened. It didn’t have the fancy mirrored walls of the main elevators they’d used when they’d first arrived at the building. This elevator had simple metal walls.
They got inside, and Sawyer pressed the button for the ground floor.
“So, these guys are Russian,” Park said.
Sawyer nodded. “Reuben’s goons.”
Hollis shivered, and Sawyer hugged her to his chest.
The elevator slowed, and he met Park’s gaze. His friend nodded. They both shifted in front of Hollis, weapons in hand.
The doors opened into a maintenance area. It was dark and empty.
“Let’s move.” Sawyer took her arm. “Hollis, stay behind me.”
Once again, they kept Hollis between them, and moved quietly. No attackers appeared.
They reached an exit door, and Sawyer cracked it open. It opened onto the sidewalk outside the building, and he checked in all directions. It was clear.
As they stepped outside, the night was cool, but not cold. There was no one on the street, but a car drove past, paying no attention to them.
“Let’s go,” he said.
They hustled down the sidewalk. They crossed over the street, and Sawyer pulled out his phone. Suddenly, the signal clicked back in.
“We’re outside the jammer’s range.” He stabbed at the screen.
Vander answered instantly. “Sawyer?”