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and put your head between my legs.”
    â€œ What? ” At this point, he couldn’t tell if she was trying to get out of the closet or act out the first five chapters of the Kama Sutra .
    â€œLike in the swimming pool.” She spoke slowly, as if he was stupid. “As if we’re playing chicken.”
    She picked her way carefully over the fallen books to her desk and hopped on top.
    â€œCome on. Hurry.” She jigged impatiently from one foot to the other. Either she was one impatient woman, or she needed to get to the ladies’ room.
    Well, he sure wished that thought hadn’t crossed his mind. Now he had more needs than he knew what to do with.
    Pushing his physical troubles out of his head, he edged through the narrow pathway then turned around so she could clamber onto his shoulders.
    â€œOkay.” He started to straighten his back and she gave a little screech. He didn’t realize what was wrong until he heard the now-familiar thunk of her head against the ceiling.
    â€œOops.” He bent his back and struggled through the pathway to the door. “You okay?”
    â€œSure,” she said. “I’m locked in a closet with a total stranger, riding around on his shoulders and clonking my head repeatedly against the ceiling.” She waved her arms, struggling to balance on his shoulders without hitting her head again. “Who wouldn’t be okay?”

Chapter 6
    Sierra flailed her arms for balance, then decided it would be better to clutch the cowboy’s head in both hands, so she could tilt forward and avoid the ceiling. She already had one hell of a headache, brought on as much by her concern for the kids as the repeated bashings to her brain.
    Finally, they reached the transom. She could see the hallway, lit by the faint light that slanted through the front windows. How long had they been in here?
    â€œHere, I can reach it. Stay right there.”
    She had no idea what she was going to do if she got the transom open. She could probably fit through the narrow opening, but there was nothing on the other side but a smooth wooden door and a hard oak floor. She was liable to get the ultimate bonk on the head if she made it through.
    But at least she’d be out of the tiny, dark, stuffy closet she was sharing with this frighteningly attractive stranger. She might have given up on love, but she apparently hadn’t given up on—what would you call it? Snuggling? Yeah, snuggling. With cowboys. In the dark.
    But how could she help it?
    Nothing’s going to hurt you. Not as long as I’m here.
    What woman didn’t want to hear that?
    If only he’d meant it. It was a shame the whole thing was just a misunderstanding, but it was. It had to be.
    Reaching over his head, she fumbled at the transom. It had originally opened from the bottom, swinging out from hinges at the top. She managed to pry open a latch, only cutting one finger and breaking two nails in the process. She pounded the bottom edge with her fist.
    Nothing. No give at all.
    â€œThere must be ten layers of paint on this thing. It might as well be nailed shut.” She pounded it again, this time with the heel of her hand. “It’s not working. It…”
    Snap.
    The lights flicked on.
    She froze with the sense that a flashbulb had gone off and the two of them would be exposed forever like this, with her riding his shoulders.
    â€œThe kids must be back,” he said.
    â€œOr somebody.” She peered right then left. There was no sign of life in the empty hallway. She lifted her voice to a shout. “ Hey! Let us out! Hey! ”
    No response.
    â€œSomebody’s around,” she said. “We’ll have to just wait.”
    â€œOkay. I’ll bend down till your feet can touch the ground then back away. Ready?”
    She clung to his head and shifted her weight backward. “Ready.”
    He grunted as he bent his knees and lowered her to the ground. One