Rideau Lakes Area, Ontario, Canada
"Goddammit, Red, don't you dare let go!"
Meghan Christopher grit her teeth at the sharp order before she glanced down at the jagged rocks that lined the cliff she dangled over, concentrating on keeping her body straight for the inevitable drop to the icy river below. This was such a bad idea, one of her worst. She stared up into Rusty Cundieff's hard green eyes, and knew he couldn't hold on to her much longer. He was already halfway over the edge. But that was Rusty. He'd hold on like beyond all hope, determined like a dog with a bone.
"I can make it. I'll go down straight to the water." Rusty was strong, special operations soldier strong, but even with his years of training, she was heavier than a bag of wet cement.
"Meghan… don't—" His calloused fingers closed more firmly around her wrist, before he growled her name in that warning tone she was so familiar with.
She inhaled and made a fist within his steely grasp, then immediately twisted her hand the way he'd taught her to force a captor to release a hold. His eyes speared into hers before she dropped, arms iron straight against her thighs, like an arrow to the water below.
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