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Jasper watched her go. The words he’d feared since the day he’d first spotted the sun-blonde girl next door had finally happened. The only door he really cared about other than Curt’s friendship had just been slammed in his face.
He hung his head so that his hat blocked out any view of Jana walking away from him. If only he could have—
A startled cry had him looking up again quickly. Jana had climbed halfway into the helicopter.
Her right arm flailed as she fell backward. He looked up in time to see her try to save herself by grabbing the edge of the doorframe with her good hand, but momentum ripped her fingers free.
He took one step. Two…
But he was too late, Jana went down hard. Her metal hooks made a sharp grinding as they skidding across the pavement when she tried to stave off
