Enjoy this excerpt from Allergies Over The Atlantic

by Jana Vandelaar

As Nick worked on the lock, I used my feet to kick the shirt in place, so it blocked out the smoke. At least I was doing something to help out our situation.

It wasn’t necessary, because as soon as I had finished, Nick had gotten the door unlocked.

“You did it!” I cried out.

“Do I get another kiss?”

“Later, let’s get out of here!”

He pulled me close again.

Unfortunately, when we finally came up for air, the smoke got in our lungs instead instead of oxygen. We both started coughing.