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reeled as she tried to work out her
best course of action now that the campus cops were hot on her
heels. Routes one through three were out of the question. That left
her with one choice. Trini’s hand dove into her backpack and
frantically fished for the polyester lanyard. She jerked it out and
skidded to a halt in front of the first door she reached, not
caring whose office it was. Trini tried to jab the master key she’d
nicked a few semesters back into the handle. It wouldn’t fit.
    “ Shit! Fuck!” Trini’s
irritated whisper pierced the stillness. Refusing to waste any more
time, she moved to the next door. Again, the key proved useless. It
appeared the locks had been changed since her theft of the
key.
    Trini glanced around anxiously. She spotted
the main staircase heading back up to the fifth floor. It was her
only chance. She couldn’t go back down since the fuzz was sure to
have cordoned off all the exits. If she could just get upstairs,
she might be able to find some place to hide. Hopefully. Maybe.
    As she made a mad dash for
the stairs, Trini couldn’t squash the grin tugging at the corners
of her mouth. A hysterical laugh tickled the back of her throat.
Bizarre as it sounded, she actually enjoyed the real sense of
danger. Had everything gone as planned, it would have been
exciting. This was
exhilarating. All her well laid plans were going to hell in a hand
basket. The threat of capture was a reality. Rather perversely, she
found that invigorating.
    Taking the steps two at a time, Trini tried
to outpace the cops she could hear thundering up the stairs, not
far behind. Hoping for a break, she tried every door knob she
passed, praying just one person had forgotten to lock their door at
the end of a long workday. Her gaze darted from side to side,
desperate for a hiding place. Even with all the furniture and
potted plants decorating the floor housing the university
president’s office, there were no options.
    Suddenly, the door to the president’s office
jerked open. A pair of arms shot out of the darkened room and wound
around Trini’s waist. She stifled a shocked scream, unwilling to
alert the police to her position even as the stranger dragged her
into the office. A hand clapped over her mouth. The door closed. An
unseen hand locked it from the inside.
    “ Don’t make any noise,
Trini.”
    Trini recognized the Australian accent. Her
clamoring pulse slowed just a bit. But what was Dr. Menzies doing
in the president’s office? His office was halfway across campus in
the bowels of the physics department’s main building. And, more
importantly, how the hell did he know it was her?
    He palmed her waist and spun her around.
Trini’s breasts rasped against the stiff cotton and hard buttons of
his shirt as he pressed her back to the door. She gasped at the
cold sensation of the wood against her hot, sweat-slicked skin.
Trapped there, between his lean body and the door and the cops
searching the building, she felt only the thrill of danger and not
the fear. She flushed with desire and excitement.
    When his fingers skimmed her face and traced
her jaw, Trini gulped with apprehension. The room was dark but the
slatted blinds allowed just enough moonlight and ambient light to
cast a silvery haze of illumination. Through the slits of her mask,
their gazes clashed, his pale blue irises against her deep brown
ones. His blond hair looked carelessly mussed, framing his
incredibly handsome face with boyish loose curls.
    He whisked away the mask and dropped it to
the floor. Trini’s tummy flip-flopped at the sensation of his
fingertips caressing her face. His thumb moved across her lower
lip, pulling it down gently, grazing his fingertip against her
teeth. A shock of heat pierced Trini’s chest.
    There it was: that spark of attraction Trini
had experienced all those months earlier when they’d first been
introduced by her mathematics mentor. As a professor of theoretical
physics, Dr. Menzies often utilized