Page 76 of Doyle

And that’s what sheshouldhave done. Except those mesmerizing blue eyes, and the memory of her sins—no gray area there—made her reach down and pull him up.

He shook off the water, reached for the ledge. Looked at her.

Smiled.

Aw.“Stop. Where am I going to go? Look.” She pointed up the stairs toward the door. Rocks littered the floor, and the door had shut. “My guess is that we’re locked in.”

Stein kept one hand on her collar as he turned. “What just happened?”

“It think it’s clear,” she said, her hand reaching for the knife on her thigh. “The universe moves when you and I are together.”

He turned, his gaze on hers, shocked.

Then he caught her wrist as she brought up the knife, squeezing.

“You’re hurting me.”

“Not as much as you hurt me, sweetie.” His eyes narrowed.

Oh.Now he was baiting her. “Please.”

His pressure made her release the knife to the depths.No.“We might have needed that.”

“I’ll take my chances.”

She sighed. “What are you doing here, Frogman? I thought our dance was over.”

Memory flickered in his eyes, sparked to the surface. “That was you, in Minnesota.”

“You have moves.”

His gaze stayed on hers. He swallowed.

She knew that look.

“Stop,” he said softly. “I’m not falling for your games, Phoenix. OrAvery.”

Right. From Barcelona.

“I didn’t think you recognized me.”

“Oh, you mean as the lying thief you are?”

She looked away, not sure why that hurt.

He sighed. “I think the earthquake is over. Let’s get out of here.”

Her eyes burned.Whatever.

He still had her by the collar and now tugged her over to the other side. “Let’s see if we can move that door.”

“We could just swim out.” She pointed down the channel.

He glanced into the darkness. Looked back at her.

“Trust me.”

He gave a harsh laugh. “Last time you said that, I ended up with two broken knees in the middle of a blast zone.” He pushed her out of the water, then rolled up beside her and hauled in her BCD.

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