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wouldn’t, but she had only his word that the hole in the ground went anywhere.
    Down he dropped, popping out of sight.
    For a moment, she stayed crouched on the floor, wondering if she should follow him down the rabbit hole. More and more bullets peppered the siding, giving it a Swiss cheese appearance. While a part of her truly believed this was only a dream, she couldn’t help a spurt of fear. What if it’s not?
    And even if this was an elaborate dream, how would following him hurt?
    Boom !
    The whole trailer shook and rattled as something sheared off the top of it. Actually, it was more like three quarters. If she’d not landed flat on her face, it might have pulverized her too. Blue sky hazed with smoke greeted her when she dared to raise her head for a peek.
    “Oh my God.” Real or not, she couldn’t stick around. She stuck her feet into the trap door and then screamed as something grabbed them and yanked her in.
    Her ass hit the side of the tunnel, and given its angle, she slid. She also screamed, “Ahhhhhhh!”
    She didn’t fall far or too long, and as landings went, hers was pretty nice given Mr. Batshit-Crazy caught her and held her against his body. His still half-naked body.
    Her turn to mutter, “How you doing?” in her best husky tone. To no avail.
    What kind of dream had a half-naked hunk setting her away from him? To add insult to injury, hot debris came whipping out of the slide and hit her.
    “Ow!” She slapped at a burning ember on her arm, the painful sting a little too real for comfort.
    “I’d move away from there,” he stated. “Find a spot and strap yourself in. Things might get kind of wild.”
    “Strap myself in? Where? Where are we going?” Exactly how did he plan to get this underground chamber to move?
    “We are leaving Earth, wench.”
    With those ominous words, which should have sounded ridiculous, he moved out of the circular room with its metal walls held together with rivets, what appeared to be duct tape, and, in one place, a dried hunk of purple gunk.
    Although out of sight, Emma heard him as he barked orders. “Annabelle, seal the hatch.”
    What feeble light that made it down from above disappeared as the hole closed. She could hear the whine of something mechanical as Mr. Abaddon continued to yell out commands. “Power up the primary core.”
    “ The primary core is still in maintenance mode. Shall I power the second?” The female voice permeated the air. Was someone else in here with them? In all the times she’d delivered to his trailer, Emma had never spotted another soul.
    You also never spotted the fact he hid a bomb shelter under his trailer.
    Probably because she was too busy admiring his straight white teeth and most excellent physique. She was such a slut for a hot body. And look where it got her— underground with no way out.
    The floor shuddered, and something rumbled, much like an engine would. She peeked down and noted the grid-iron floor. It occurred to her to wonder about his claim. What if this wasn’t a bomb shelter? What if he wasn’t completely crazy?
    Still, a spaceship? She peeked around, really looking this time. Nothing really screamed alien. As a matter of fact, the area reminded her of a submarine or even a naval ship. Until something purple and fuzzy squeezed through a hole in the floor. It blinked three eyes at her. She blinked back. It puffed up and hissed. Since it was no bigger than a desert spider, she raised her foot and said, “I’ll squish you.”
    It deflated and scurried back under. But it had accomplished its job. I think I saw my first alien.
    Dear God. If she had, then that meant he wasn’t lying. I’m on a spaceship about to take off.
    Holy crap.
    I’m on a spaceship about to take off! She needed to get off this thing, like now, but the question was, how? The tube they’d used to enter was sealed. Surely there was another exit.
    She popped her head out the only door and was faced with a long hallway. It kind of