Too many stairs. There were far too many stairs. Coral had never noticed that the office building had so many stairs. It figured that shed notice them the day she was running late. Literally. God, she hoped she wasnt developing a habit of that. Like she really enjoyed running up cold concrete steps for her exercise.
Coral gasped for breath as she craned her head back, trying to see the top landing. She glanced back down, over the wall and railing that she clung to. God, she wasnt even that high up, only four stories up and seven more to go before she reached her floor. Goddamn that elevator. Whyd it have to break today, of all days?
She hissed, thinking about Blake. He would be several flights higher already and yelling taunts and encouragement down at her. Bloody athletic husband. She doubled over, gasping, and dropped her purse on the step. Why did she have to be late, today? The day the goddamn elevator had to break. Why?
Hell, she reflected, maybe