Page 413 of The Winslow Brothers

“Our elevator.”

“Ty?! Are you serious!?” she exclaims and shoves me off her. “We have to call Lloyd, you lunatic! And the fire department too! Oh shit! And the powerisout!”

I know she’s right, that I should be a little more, you know,urgentin calling Lloyd and helping out Rem. It’s my cock that didn’t quite get the memo.

She’s off the bed between one breath and the next, tossing my phone at me and sprinting out into the hallway.

“Ty! This is not good!” Her voice bounces off the hallway walls. “You call Lloyd! I’m calling the fire department.”

Well, damn. This day certainly isn’t going as planned.

Rachel

Today, because the New York weather was hotter than the freaking sun, a thirty-minute blackout occurred, shutting off all the power in several boroughs, including Greenwich Village, where our apartment building is located.

Normally, it wouldn’t have been that dramatic of an experience, but because Ty’s brother Remy was on his way over to drop something off, he ended up stuck inside our building’s elevator.

Yeah. Literally stuck inside the cart smack-dab in between the fourth and fifth floors.

Two hours later, and with the help of New York’s finest, I watch as two burly firefighters pry open the elevator doors, and the breath I didn’t even realize I was holding releases from my lungs.

Thank goodness.

I look up at Ty, and the lines of worry that have been a permanent fixture on his face ever since I had to shake him out of his horny stupor slowly start to disappear. He squeezes my shoulders, and we both look back toward the doors, waiting to see Rem’s face come into view.

But the first face I see isn’t Rem’s. It’s a strikingly beautiful female one with big brown eyes and dark hair and a pregnant belly.

She’s glowing—and though it’s probably because of sweat—she’s seriously one of the most gorgeous women I’ve ever seen.

Thankfully, mere seconds later, Remydoesstep out, his face much more relaxed than I would’ve expected for a man who was just stuck inside an elevator for the past two hours.

“Holy shit, Maria?” Ty questions, his attention on the woman, and the warm tone in his voice makes it apparent he knows her.

How, I’m not sure, but he grabs my hand and walks us over to where she stands beside Remy.

“You guys okay?” one of the firefighters asks, and Remy claps him gratefully on the back.

“Yeah, man. Thanks for saving our asses.”

“Hi, Ty,” the woman, whose name is apparently Maria, answers with a friendly smile.

Ty looks at his brother, who has now joined our small circle out of the way of the firefighters who are still working to get the elevator operational, and chuckles. “Talk about a small world, bro.”

Rem just smirks. “Tell me about it.”

“Rachel, this is Maria. Maria, this is my Rachel,” Ty introduces us, and she holds out her hand toward me, and I take it without a second thought.

“Nice to meet you.”

“I’m an old friend of this guy right here,” she explains and nudges Remy’s side playfully. “From way back in our high school days. Though, it’s been quite a few years since we’ve seen each other.”

“Wow.” I blink in surprise. “And you just so happened to get stuck in an elevator together?”

She laughs. Outright. “Yeah. What are the odds, huh?”

“It’s good to see you.” Ty steps forward to give Maria a hug and then turns to face Remy directly. “So?” he asks, but I can’t see Remy’s face for his reaction. Ty’s head is blocking my view.

“Thanks, man,” Ty says quietly and proceeds to shove something into his pocket.

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