“I know.”
“Did you kill him?”
“Not yet.”
Al still might see his plan work. I could die in front of Nathan, or we could die together. Either way, Al would live to have his revenge.
“You can’t let him win,” I said.
“He won’t. We’ll get you out of here. I promise.”
His words sounded like false hope, but the conviction in his eyes convinced me.
“Then get to it, Cowboy.”
His eyes flared, a small smile formed on his lips before he stood up. “I won’t risk it. I think we have to do this the Indiana Jones way.”
“How?” Jamie asked. “We can’t move fast enough to replace her and prevent the bomb from exploding.”
I groaned. That wasn’t comforting. Not one bit.
“Sorry,” Jamie said.
Jack walked behind the chair. “We put pressure on the plate. Nathan pulls Flirty off. We put a dead body on it. It won’t be hard to find one heavy enough to replace her.”
I appreciated the compliment but couldn’t let them do that. “I, um, you um, you can’t do that.” I’d die of embarrassment, knowing their hands were wet with my pee.
“Why not?” Nathan asked, tilting his head.
“Come here.” When he leaned in closer, I whispered, “I sorta peed my pants.” If the bomb didn’t kill me, the embarrassment might.
Nathan threw his head back and laughed. “Is that all?” He looked over my head at Jack. “Glove up.”
He didn’t tell them why, but I had to assume they’d heard me because Jack didn’t hide his laugh.
If I don’t die, I’ll have to change my name and move to another country.
“Problem solved.” He squeezed my knee. “Trust me, we’ve all been there.”
I made a mental note to ask him about that later.If I don’t die.
Chapter 53
Nathan
When Ashley said we couldn’t use brute force to hold the pressure plate to get her off the bomb chair, I thought for sure Al had done something else to prevent us from saving her.
But no. She didn’t want her friends finding out she’d peed her pants when they put their hands under her ass.
My relief was so intense, all I could do was laugh as I watched Jack and Jamie put on medical gloves. Maybe she could blame it on the baby. They both had pregnant wives, so it’d be the perfect excuse.
“Bravo Two, Sierra Five, we need a dead body in here.”
“You wanna repeat that?” Doug asked.
“I’m not leaving Bravo Three alone,” Jay said before Doug finished. I couldn’t blame Jay for not wanting to leave his fiancée alone.
“Damn it,” I hissed.
