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moves toward her. In fact, if she remembered correctly, he’d tried to keep her from darting into her classroom when she’d seen that intruder. He’d even warned her not to go into the closet when she’d noticed the open door, but like the moron she was, she hadn’t listened.
    A little of her apprehension eased. She could do nice. Even if he was a shrink—correction, therapist .
    She moved the candy to the other side of her mouth and worked to keep the animosity out of her voice. “Yes, only six weeks. I was hired as a temp to fill a vacancy. The last chemistry teacher had a nervous breakdown.”
    Fitting, really. Good God, what was it about this school? This town?
    “Nice. And you don’t think taking someone’s job is any reason for him or her to want you gone?”
    Sam’s brow lowered. She’d automatically assumed a kid had trashed her room and vandalized her house. Was it possible it was the guy she’d replaced?
    Her mind ran back to the menacing chuckle they’d heard when the door had slammed shut, and a shiver raced down her spine. “Flip your flashlight app on. I have pepper spray in here somewhere.”
    The light flicked on, illuminating the room in a warm white glow. She pushed to her feet, stepped over his long legs, and found the stool in the corner. After dragging it to the back of the closet, she climbed up and pawed through a shelf.
    “Now that makes me feel safe.” He rose behind her. “A teacher with a dangerous weapon. I think I had nightmares about this in high school. What are you doing with pepper spray around kids?”
    “David was concerned for my safety. The last teacher had a few run-ins with the police after he was let go. The pepper spray was a precautionary measure.”
    “I see. Just promise you won’t use it on me. My teacher fantasies usually involve a ruler, a short skirt, and the occasional whip. Nothing as masochistic as pepper spray.”
    Sam couldn’t help it. She smiled. Then nixed it quickly. “If you keep your hands to yourself, I promise. Ah, there it is.”
    She pushed up on her toes, reaching toward the back of the shelf. Her fingers grazed the canister. She could almost reach it. Grabbing the edge of the shelf, she rose higher. The stool beneath her feet rocked.
    “Crap.” Metal clanged. Air whooshed up Sam’s back. Her fingers grappled for the edge of the shelf but the stool clanked to the ground. And then she was falling . . .
    “Ms. Park—”
    Sam hit the ground on her butt, and grunted. Pain shot straight up her spine. She looked up at the swaying shelving unit. Bottles and canisters rushed straight toward her.
    Sam shrieked and shielded her head with her hands. The light went out. A crash echoed, but, surprisingly, nothing hit her.
    She blinked several times, sure that shelf should be on top of her, and lowered her arms. “What hap—”
    “That’s gonna leave a mark,” McClane grunted from somewhere above her. “Several probably.”
    Sam pushed up on her hands only to crack her forehead against something hard.
    “Dammit,” McClane muttered. “That’s gonna leave another mark.”
    Sam winced and rubbed at her head. McClane was directly above her. She’d smacked her head against his. Two seconds was all it took to realize he’d put himself between her and danger.
    “Hold still.” Her hands and feet scattered bottles and cylinders along the floor as she scrambled out from under him where he was braced on his hands and knees.
    Her fingers closed around the metal brace of the unit, and she strained to push the shelf back upright.
    The unit clapped against the back wall, and Sam exhaled hard. Turning, she stepped McClane’s way, but her sensible flats slipped in some kind of powder, and she wobbled. “Whoa.”
    “Don’t move.” McClane shuffled across the floor at her feet. “Let me find my phone.”
    Canisters rolled along the floor. Sam imagined him on his hands and knees searching for his cell, which could be anywhere in this mess. Just