Adrenaline pumped through Matt’s system so fast and furiously, his feet were moving before his brain had given them the command. What was she waiting for? Someone screamed. Matt didn’t have the time or the position to tackle her, so he hooked an arm around her waist and took her with him as he charged past the falling lights. As his arm plowed into her middle, she expelled a puff of air. A metal pole scraped Matt’s hand and he staggered toward the edge of the stage, finally crashing into a man-sized speaker. The klieg lights hit the stage behind him, bounced once and rolled into the first-row seats. Matt peered over Kylie’s head. Thank God the lights had banged into an empty row. Everyone had seen the catastrophe unfold and had scattered out of the way. Everyone but Kylie. Her body, pressed against his, began to shake and her knees buckled.
