‘Kelsi? Are you okay? Open up.’ Silence. Just as there’d been silence for the last ten interminable minutes. ‘If you don’t open up now I’m breaking the door.’ It wouldn’t take much. He seemed to have more adrenaline running in him than he’d had even on the most difficult jumps. He made himself uncurl his fingers from the fists they’d bunched into and tried to relax. Half a second later he banged again. There was a muffled reply. Not good. The door opened and he saw her face. Definitely not good. Definitely really, really bad. ‘Don’t worry.’ He didn’t know who he was trying to reassure more—her or him. ‘It’s going to be OK.’ Oh, hell, it wasn’t. She walked past him, handed him the thing that had ‘pregnant’ flashing on the tip—two of them plus two that had the two blue lines. He’d seen enough movies to know what they all meant; he didn’t need the damn flashing neon signs.
