Impulse by E B Walters

Author:E B Walters [Walters, E B]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780991251735
Publisher: Firetrail Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

~*~

“What’s going on?” Lex asked as they approached the crowd.

“Jillian is about to jump through that window,” Michaels said.

Something cold clutched Lex’s gut. “What?”

“It’s perfectly safe,” Michaels said. “They’re using sugar glass, which looks like real glass but is fragile and breaks easily, and rarely causes injuries. An air bag will break her fall. She’s also wearing a padded bodysuit to protect her from scrapes.”

None of what Michaels listed made Lex feel better. He looked at the window and felt a little sick imagining her jumping from it. Through the crowd gathering near the building, he could see a team of crewmen and women adjusting a giant blue airbag.

“She’s an amazing stuntwoman, Lex, and Chris is a meticulous stunt coordinator. He goes over scenes, double and triple-checking everything. The detonation will happen after she jumps.”

Hell! “What detonation?”

As Michaels explained, Lex started to sweat. If he’d been shitting bricks before, they were now boulders. His chest hurt and sweat pooled on his forehead. He’d braved the Himalayan summit, surfed giant waves in Tasmania, kayaked Siberia’s Bashkaus River, and swam with the great white sharks in South Africa, but none compared to standing at a damned set in Burbank waiting for his woman to jump.

Lex swallowed, the waiting making him antsy. He didn’t give a rat’s ass that the window was made of sugar glass and that the broken pieces probably wouldn’t cut her. He didn’t like this. He was a businessman and knew that nothing ever went according to plan. Odds shifted. Equipment failed.

“Does she have protection against fire in case something goes wrong?”

“There’s fire retardant in her suit, hair, wig… Everything she’s wearing is doused with it.”

Which meant there was a chance she could catch fire. Fuck. This was worse than he’d thought. Lex tried to focus on the images of Jillian from last night and this morning. The taste of her, the feel of her skin, the sounds she made…

What the hell was keeping her? The ground crew had stopped fiddling with the air bag. Two teams appeared to be ready with their wide-lens cameras, one on a crane above the building and another below it. Like the first camera crew, Barbs was elevated on a crane and was talking to someone on an ear walkie-talkie, her eyes on the window. He followed her gaze.

Jillian will be okay. She must. This was her job. He was sure she’d done this countless times. If he panicked every time he thought about what she did for a living, he’d go crazy. It might take a year, ten, or until she stopped doing stunts, but he was going to learn to suck it up and do what he did best—eliminate chances of anything going wrong.

From his adventures, using top-notch gear and the best equipment money could buy always tilted the odds in his favor. The rest depended on his willpower and the innate need to beat the odds and win. Jillian was a natural fighter, and her confidence said she was good at what she did.

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