Hearing the two men's rough voices outside, Drew Thorne moved in complete silence.
He slipped into the twin-tub washing machine as well, quietly pulling the lid closed over them.
"Why did you get in here too?"
Jane Sterling was so squashed she could barely breathe.
Her face flushed as she found herself face-to-face with Drew Thorne, who was mere inches away.
But the blush on her cheeks was more out of fear than anything else.
Drew Thorne had her completely encircled, leaving her no room to move.
The short hiking jacket he wore pressed tightly against Jane Sterling's arm.
In that instant, their breaths intertwined.
Neither of them could turn their heads away; they were forced to remain in that awkward position, hidden inside the washing machine.
"Don't talk if you want to live."
Outside, the flickering beam of a flashlight became visible, and the sound of footsteps drew nearer.
The soft clicking sounds hammered against Jane Sterling's heart, threatening to shatter it.
