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Julienne's scream sent Chase pounding after her. In the darkened hallway ahead of him, he saw her arms flail, her body teeter, then drop several feet as her legs disappeared through the floor. Tossing the flashlight aside with a clatter, he sprang forward and grabbed her under the arms before she could fall to the basement below.

The flashlight had landed with its beam pointing in the wrong direction. But he could just make out what had happened. A section of the old flooring had given way beneath her. And he could feel the damaged boards bowing under his own weight. If he wasn't careful, they were both going to crash through and land on the cellar floor.

"Chère, don't move," he cautioned. "Hold perfectly still."

She gulped. "Okay."

The boards under him groaned. Praying he could get to her in time, he lay down on his stomach and stretched out his legs to distribute his weight over as wide an area as possible.

Still, the surface made a cracking noise. Then some of the wood fell away, crashing onto the cement floor below them.

Julienne made a strangled sound.

"It's going to be fine. You're doing great," he said as he gently pulled her up, moving backward as he eased her legs through the broken area.

She cried out as a board tore across her pants leg, and he stopped abruptly. Then the floor shifted under him, and he knew he had to move quickly. Jerking backward, he took Julienne with him. She choked out a sob as they tumbled together onto a section of the floor where the surface felt stable.

He felt her shoulders shaking, heard her gasp of relief as he clasped her in his arms.

He lay on his back. She was sprawled across him, both of them breathing hard.

"Are you all right?" he asked, between gulps of air.

"Yes. Oh God, Chase, the floor…"

"You're safe now. I've got you."

He squeezed his eyes shut, relief flooding through him like morning sunlight. He clung to her, stroking his hands across her shoulders, over her hair, feeling her trembling subside as her body relaxed against his.

At first all he could think about was what might have happened if he hadn't gotten there in time. He pressed her close, feeling the way her slender body molded itself to his.

His hand stroked up and down her back, comforting her, as well as himself. It had been an eternity since he had held her in his arms. Yet the time they'd been apart suddenly seemed of no importance.

She'd been a teenager back then. Now her body was more mature, more feminine. He could feel the soft mounds of her breasts, which had flattened themselves against his chest, her hips pressing against his middle. The narrow indentation of her waist, where his free hand curved to steady her.

Without conscious thought, the stroking of his hands changed, becoming more sensual as long-buried needs rose to the surface of his mind. His body hardened, and he made a low sound in his throat as he gathered her closer. For a moment ripe with promise, she seemed to melt against him.

Then, in an instant, the sensual spell shattered.

To be continued...



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