He’d managed it eventually, dragging the heavy door open while still pressing Nate against his body. Zeke’s heart skipped a beat when the door closed down in a thud. It sounded like a bang in a quiet surrounding like this. Zeke almost expected someone snatch it ajar the next second.
But no one did. Nothing happened. Zeke calmed his fast-beating heart. His red GTO was waiting across the parking lot. He was going to make it. They were going to make it.
It didn’t really work, his poorly-made effort to be calm. His heart was still pounding. Zeke could hear it slam continuously against Nate’s body. Act normal, Zeke told himself repeatedly. He couldn’t just dash to his car and made him look like a thief, especially with the evidence right here in his arms. He couldn’t get caught red-handed. Tr
