The sight of his rippling muscles and bronzed flesh had her mouth going dry—or maybe she was just reacting to the heat building inside the room. She couldn’t tear her gaze away as he dropped his shirt to the floor and used his foot to wedge it against the crack at the bottom of the door. It wasn’t going to stop all the smoke, but it might keep out enough so they could breathe for an extra minute or two. Unless the door went up in flames—

Brent moved to trap her against the wall.

“Trust me,” he murmured. “I’ll get you out of this alive.”