Page 98 of Her Devils

That’s the moment the glass doors of the elevator open and the guide starts illustrating how we’re at two hundred and seventy-six feet, and the only things above us are the antennas on the very top of the tower.

We’re going to jump from here tomorrow, and my attention should be completely on how things have been set up and where the landing spot is.

Lenley’s well-being is my priority though, and I’m about to offer to go back to the bottom and wait there with her until I can come back up and have a super quick look.

“J, can you tell Ken and JeanLuc that I’ll be back when everyone here is done?” I say without moving to exit the elevator. “I don’t think Len wants to—”

Raised voices attract my attention outside the elevator where, in the rush to exit, Peyton and Darrius have bumped into each other.

Hard.

“Look where the fuck you’re going, you stupid fuck!” Penn yells, slapping a guide’s hand away when she tries to offer him help to get back up. “You’re always in my fucking way, and you made me drop my phone. Are you going to repay our sponsor if it’s damaged?”

Peyton yells right back at him. “No, since you walked into me, and you made me drop my phone too. I was filming the ride to the top and what the guides were saying for my followers.”

Penn scrambles to his feet first, scooping up the phones. “I was doing the same thing, and I have way more followers than you, loser!”

I know for a fact that’s complete bullshit, but I keep my mouth shut, not daring to let go of Lenley’s hand but hoping that someone will stop those two asshats from having a fight in front of the fucking mayor.

Kyle Penn must have the same thought, because he places a calming hand on his son’s shoulder. “The phones look okay. Give Peyton his phone back, and both of you stop embarrassing me. You’re supposed to be teammates.”

Thank goodness. Both men compose themselves and walk away in opposite directions to look down from the impressive height at the top of the Eiffel Tower.

Of course this is nothing for us. We jump from way higher than this when we skydive, but the equipment is different, and we open our parachutes way higher than the altitude we’re going to be jumping from tomorrow—that’s the factor that ups the risks in this case. We’re expected to jump and fly with our wingsuits for as long as we can while landing on the designated spot.

The winner will have the most accurate landing, but there are also special mentions for the longest flight and the latest release of the parachute.

J manages to coax Lenley out of the elevator, and we keep her between us for the most part, giving each other the chance to go check out the setup for tomorrow’s jump.

“I’m very proud of you,” I finally tell her when we exit the tower and head back to our limos. “You walked around the top of the tower like a champ.”

She squeezes my hand without cutting my circulation this time. “I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you and Jameson,” she says softly. “I kept remembering the first time I visited the tower with mypapà, but I think from now on, the Eiffel Tower will always remind me of you and Jameson.”

“Will it?” Jameson chuckles with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and I know exactly what he’s thinking.

Lenley doesn’t pick up on it. “Yeah, it will. Why?”

J wraps his arm around Len’s shoulders. “Chan and I might show you later if you’re a good girl at the party and don’t get too drunk on champagne.”

She looks up at me. “Deal. As long as that doesn’t involve any more heights.”

I can’t help the grin on my face at her words. “J and I promise it won’t, and you’re never going to forget it. But he’s right, you need to stay sober.”

I swear to God, this trip to Paris just keeps getting better.

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