"And don't take my clothes!" Paula said, kind of half-seriously. I don't think her clothes would have fit me anyway."But..." I looked around, blinking...at them. "You want me to steal clothes?" And put them on!" Stacy said and looked to her friends. "What time is the fashion show?" Two o'clock?" Veronica suggested, looking at a nodding Heather."Yeah, quarter after is good." Heather smiled at me. "So at 2:15 you'll be in the library. Just walk in through the east doors and walk out the west. ’ She hesitated. Perhaps it took her a second too long to respond, and Connor groaned, pushing himself up onto his elbows. ‘Yeah, I know. Too much. Too fast.’ Langdon wanted to deny it. She wanted to grab him by the front of his shirt and drag him back, to have him kiss her until she couldn’t remember which way was up. She wanted so many things, but she couldn’t begin to find the words. She furrowed her brow and tried to come up with something, anything to tell him. Connor spoke first, ‘I get. Jon and Matt were about to get out when Jen yelled."Wait! The place is booby-trapped. The stepfather is here. He's in some kind of bunker."Jason turned to Jon who nodded. Jon went running passed everyone to the back room, where he lifted the bed and got out several weapons and ammo."Matt stay here! Get in the driver's seat and be ready to role when we get back. Jen are you coming with us?"Jen handed Sara to Cathy with a kiss on her head. When she turned her eyes were white again. That was all. We waited five minutes and then there was a knock on the door. I opened it just ajar and peered through. Steve was in faded jeans and a navy shirt. A delicious whiff of aftershave hit my nose. “Hi Danielle, why you peeping through like that?” He asked. “Take my hand and close your eyes Steve.” “OK!” I took his right hand and led him through to my living room. “Keep them closed till I say!” I joined Laura and we stood with our backs to the fireplace. “OK Steve, you can open your eyes now.” “Oh.