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 Is the power out in the entire place? he asked.
 From what I can tell, Wilkins said. His eyes fell on Cameron.
She had never seen Wilkins look so serious. That, more than anything, scared her.
 Do you think this has something to do with me? she asked.
Neither of the men answered her.  Go check it out, Jack told Wilkins.  I ll stay with her. Call me
on my cell when you know something.
Wilkins nodded and took off.
Jack slipped his hand into Cameron s.  Stay close to me.
Her head was spinning with how fast everything had changed. She forced herself to stay calm.
 I m taking you to a more secure location until we get this sorted out, Jack said.
As he began to lead her away, they nearly ran into Amy, who stood in the doorway of the VIP room.
Her eyes fell on Jack s gun.  What s going on? Where are you taking her?
 We need to move now, Jack said low in Cameron s ear.
 Everything s fine, she told Amy.  Just stay with the other girls.
Before she could say anything else, Jack took her by the arm and led her away.
NAVIGATING HIS WAY through the dark, Jack led Cameron through the maze of people hanging out
in the hallway. People who, unlike him, enjoyed the thrill of the power outage.
He needed a confined space, preferably one with a lock on the door.
Having no such luck on the second floor, he found a back staircase and led Cameron upstairs. The
first door on the right was shut. He pushed it open and barged in.
The room was small. An office. A man and a scantily clad woman sprang apart at the desk.
 What the hell? the man asked, half pissed, half startled.
 Who are you? Jack demanded.
 The manager. Who the fuck are you?
Jack gestured to the door.  Get out.
 Screw that. This is my office.
Jack gestured to the door, this time with his gun.  Get out.
The manager s mouth fell open and he nodded.  We re going. He grabbed the girl and hurried out.
Jack locked the deadbolt on the door behind them. He let go of Cameron s hand so that he could
check out the room. A small loveseat along the south wall, a steel file cabinet, and a desk with one
rolling chair. No closets or other doors, but there was a large window that led out onto the fire
escape. He tested the window and saw it rose easily enough. In case of an emergency, it would do.
Realizing that Cameron had fallen quiet, he headed over.  Are you okay?
 I m okay. She paced around the room restlessly.
 Stay away from the door, Jack told her.  And the windows. Stick to the center of the room.
 Right. Sorry. She moved quickly toward the desk, putting it between her and the door. She
glanced down at her purse, then set it on the desk, as if wanting her hands free.  This is probably just
a coincidence, right?
 I ll tell you that when I know it.
In the moonlight, Jack saw her bite her lip anxiously. Then she put on a brave face and nodded.
 Fair enough.
Jack felt something pull at him.
 But if it makes you feel better, I don t give a fuck what comes through that door. They re not getting
to you.
She gazed at him through the dark, surprised. Turning away, he walked over to the door and
listened.
Presumably following his lead, Cameron fell silent. The room was eerily quiet until the sound of his
vibrating cell phone cut through the tension.
Jack grabbed the phone out of his pocket, saw it was Wilkins, and answered.  Talk to me.
 We re all clear.
 What d you find out? he asked, not yet abandoning his post at the door.
 The power is out for the entire block, Wilkins said.  I had our office patch me through to ComEd,
who said they ve got a power line down. They ve got a team working on it as we speak.
Jack strode over to the window, looked outside, and saw that the buildings around them were dark
as well. He spoke into the phone in a low voice.  Any chance this is a setup?
 Not likely. I talked to both the director in charge of the district and the foreman on site. It s an
underground power line an overnight construction crew got sloppy trying to fix the water pipes to
that church across the street and dug a little too deep. It s just a coincidence, Jack.
Through the window, Jack could see the construction crew outside the church and several ComEd
trucks. He looked over at Cameron. Her eyes stayed with him as she listened to his end of the
conversation.  Thanks. We ll meet you back at the VIP room.
 Where are you guys now? Wilkins asked.
 In an office on the third floor. We should be down in just a few minutes. He hung up the phone
and holstered his gun.  We re clear.
Cameron exhaled.  Okay. Good. That was definitely not on the agenda for tonight. She self-
consciously smoothed her skirt and picked up her purse.  So we re going to rejoin the others, then?
 Yes.
She headed toward the door and Jack followed her. She reached for the handle, then paused and
looked over her shoulder. The sweater slipped off her shoulder once again.
 Thank you for  She stopped.  What s wrong?
Jack stood behind her, staring at that damn gray strap. He caught himself wondering what was
softer, the silk or her skin. If he was a smart man, he wouldn t dare to even think about getting the
answer to that.
He reached out to her anyway.
He took hold of her sweater and gently pulled it over her shoulder. He stopped when he reached the
strap of her camisole.  This thing has been driving me crazy all night, he murmured.
Cameron s voice sounded a little shaky.  I . . . think I ruined it the last time I did laundry.
The air hung thick between them.
 We should go, Jack finally said. He needed to get out of that office before he did something he
regretted. Something they both regretted.
She nodded, turned back, and unlocked the deadbolt. She grabbed the doorknob . . . then stopped.
Jack waited for her to open the door. When she didn t, he reached around her, placing his hand over
hers.  Cameron, we have to get out of here, he said in a guttural voice.
 I know.
Still, neither of them moved. Jack took his hand off hers and moved it to the deadbolt.
He knew he shouldn t.
But he locked the door anyway.
He heard Cameron inhale unsteadily. Before he could give it a second thought, he brushed her long
hair off her shoulder and bent his head to kiss her collarbone.
He got his answer. Silk didn t hold a fucking candle to her skin.
WITH A SOFT moan, Cameron sank against Jack s chest. She briefly wondered what she was doing,
and why. Then she felt Jack s lips burn a path along her neck and decided to table those issues for a
moment.
His hands moved to her hips and she didn t know if he spun her around or if she turned herself,
maybe both, but suddenly she found herself facing him. She caught the hot glint in his eyes and reached
for him just as his mouth came down on hers.
She expected Jack s kiss to be hard, angry even, but instead it was just . . . wicked. He took his
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