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 Okay. Get back up here!
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No questions, no resistance. She followed orders. Jessica was
scared and ready to work as a team to get out of this mess.
He caught her hand when she sat down, tension obvious in his
terse and gruffer tone.
 We can t stay in this fire trap. He tried the radio again. The
thing merely crackled like dry foil paper.  Damn it. We aren t able to
let the FBI or the airfield know our location.
She figured out their position with her instruments.  What s the
plan? She quickly wrote an update in her logbook and stuffed it into
one of the leg pockets of her cargo pants.
He took the flashlight.  We don t have any choice. We jump.
Almost as one, they secured their weapons in their holsters. She
dropped a small knife and a compass in the other pockets of her pants.
She ignored his glower as she ran her belt through the handles of her
tote bag and fastened it around her waist.
He took off his long-sleeved shirt and thrust it at her.
She knew why he wanted her to wear it, but she would rather
freeze than know he was suffering because of her.  What are you
doing? You ll need this!
He shook his head.  You ll need it more. After setting the plane
on autopilot, he pulled her onto her feet.  Let s get ready to rumble,
baby.
She almost choked on worry when the weight of the chute lay on
her shoulders. He buckled her up and snapped her satchel onto her
drop line.
Her heart chugged harder while helping him with his chute. He
appeared calm enough, but his eyes were dark with worry.
A new concern jolted her.  Who packed these chutes?
Jake gave her a quick smile and roughly patted the front of her
chute.  Does it matter? Don t worry about it.
 But, I can t& 
She didn t finish her thought, surprised when he gripped the
chute s harness.
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 Come here. He pulled her to him, cradling her head in his hand,
kissing her hard. There was teasing in his eyes when he broke the
kiss.  I want that back.
He tried the radio once more. Still nothing. Jessica handed him a
pair of safety goggles and put on hers. He was so awesomely superior
over all other men she d been with. Her heart was suddenly too full to
beat.
He looked around the cabin, then at her. She once again worried
about his safety.  You re going to freeze, not to mention being cut to
shreds by the trees. Take this shirt back.
 Forget it. He swatted her rear.  Let s go.
The aircraft was being engulfed by smoke as it began a slow
decent.
She followed Jake to the cargo door and held on to a steel pole
while he unlatched it. The heavy metal flew off and disappeared into
the cold unknown.
 Jake. Wait!
He couldn t hear her over the cold rush of wind and grabbed her
arm, shouting.  I ll follow you out.
She balked.  No. I want to make sure you get out.
He shook her.  Don t be crazy. You go now or we don t make it.
 Okay, damn you. Tears of stress streamed unnoticed down her
cheeks.
 Fontana. I ll find you. Wherever you land, baby. I ll find you.
He pushed her to the door.  Wait for me down there.
 I will. She gripped his hand a final time.  Don t lose me
Claypool.
 Never happen, honey.
There was no more talk, no more safety of being with Jake.
She was falling through the night. Alone.
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Chapter Ten
He d heard her yell a  boo-yah as she jumped from the plane.
He d been able to keep her chute in sight until the wind flipped him
upside down.
That s when he lost most of the supplies he d jumped with. The
wind shear tore at his clothes and face until losing his entire hide was
not entirely out of the question. Thank God Fontana had thought of
the goggles, or he d be blind by now.
He was cold, and if he lived, it d be the last time he shivered. His
own misery brought Fontana to mind and made him extremely
anxious about her.
Would the damn fall ever be over? His question was answered at
forty miles an hour when he connected with a sturdy tree. Fortunately,
it was topped with springy, leaf padded limbs.
Off in the distance, he saw their plane run headlong into a cliff,
burst into flames and fall apart. They hadn t bailed out a minute too
soon. His desire to sleep was stronger than his resistance for few
seconds. Staying awake was going to be really important, especially
until he found his partner. Unceremoniously, he passed out, unaware
of the hunting cat that watched him with its green stare.
He had no idea how long he d been out before he regained full
capacity. Jake pulled out of his painful fog, slowly alerted to a cold
nose nuzzling his bloody cheek.
 Hey! For a single painful heartbeat, Jake stared into the face of
a savage beast. A margay to be precise. The damned cat was small by
jaguar standards, but could rip his face off with no trouble. He sucked
in air and yelled like a madman. Cry with relief is what he wanted to
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