Page 69 of Turn the Tide
A train on the opposite track pulled out of the station headed east. She whipped her face forward, pushing harder.
The flat, egg-yolk-yellow nose of a westbound train hurtled in their direction. With the timing of both trains, they would be trapped. With nowhere to go.
Ashley’s heart pumped hard in her chest, but her insides turned to Jell-O.
“Uh, Ash!” Logan said, barely winded, referring to their dilemma.
The Fernsehturm, an iconic TV tower, pierced the night sky. Moonlight gleamed off the tiled stainless-steel dome like a beacon of hope. A pungent breeze from the river hit her.
Train horns blared, warning them off the track. The sound became dull and distant in the panicked surge of blood in her ears. Her breaths had been reduced to harsh, ragged pants.
Everything seemed to slow to a crawl. Everything except her thundering pulse and Glasses. He was gaining on them. Arms pumping, knees high, lightning stride—an Olympic-running nightmare come to life. Who in the hell was he?
God, what she wouldn’t give to see the sun rise, to have time to look Logan in the face and tell him…tell him what she should’ve said that night he’d pushed her away but had been too chickenshit to confess.
The eastbound train was passing on the right, passengers gawking out windows. The westbound train bore down straight ahead, bright lights damn near blinding. Leaving them one option.
If Logan had thought her insane before, he’d have her committed to an asylum in a second.
Crisp air burned her lungs, and a cold sweat slicked her face as they almost made it to the center of the Oberbaum Bridge. She grabbed onto the railing and swung her legs over the side, willing her stomach not to heave at the hundred-foot drop.
Glasses hadn’t reached the bridge and wouldn’t beat the train. Maybe they’d lose him.
Logan’s face contorted in disbelief, his brows snapping together, eyes blazing. He either wanted to strangle her or strap her in a straitjacket. Maybe both. But he climbed over the railing,trusting her.
“Ladies first.” He cracked a sexy, lopsided grin, and her heart thrummed for an entirely new reason.
In that instant, she’d never loved Logan Silva more. “Together.”
She swallowed a lump of emotion and grabbed his hand. The train roared past their backs with a startling gust of freezing wind as they leapt off the bridge in a breathless rush and plummeted into the river.
