Page 46 of Fourth Point Of Contact

“You just did the whole love and betrayal thing. Did it work out how you wanted?”

My smile fell as I thought about walking in on James in that office. “No, not particularly.”

“How would that have turned out in your books?”

“He would have instantly realized what an ass he was, and he would have begged for me to forgive him. I wouldn’t, of course, and he would be miserable for weeks, calling me and pleading with me to listen to him.”

“Has he called you?”

“Nope,” I answered cheerily, trying not to sound pathetic. “In fact, when I snuck into his office to find out where he sent my stuff, I heard him saying to make sure the bitch never had access again. Me playing the part of the bitch.”

“But he cheated on you. I don’t get it.”

I rolled over in his arms and bit my lip as I prepared for yet another confession. “Well, I’m not totally innocent. When I went back to our apartment to get my things, he had locked me out. So, I broke down his door with a fire extinguisher.”

“Creative,” he grinned.

“And then I saw all my things were gone, so I sprayed the extinguisher all over his furniture and his favorite things. But I left his bed alone.”

“Why?”

Another smile tugged at my lips as I remembered my actions. “I sort of tore open the drywall and took the insulation from the walls.”

“Piper—”

“And I rubbed it in his sheets.”

He groaned, laughing at my actions.

“And then I rubbed it on the inside of all his shirts.”

“He had to know!”

I shook my head slowly. “I made sure the bed was perfectly made and his shirts looked pristine. He didn’t suspect a thing.”

“I hope you wore gloves.”

“I’m not an idiot. And I hope he ended up in the hospital for it.”

I didn’t regret it at all. A woman scorned…well, I’d never had the opportunity to live out my scorned fantasies until I met James. Now I felt like I could take on the world and ravage it.

“Remind me not to piss you off.”

“I doubt that will be an issue since we’ll be going our separate ways when we’re rescued.”

“Probably not, but still…who knows what you would do to me out here. I might end up as bear food.”

“Highly unlikely. I doubt I’d go up against a bear in the name of revenge.”

I let out a loud yawn, stretching as the heat from the fire lulled me into a sleepy state. All I wanted now was to get some sleep and wake up in a nice, warm bed.

“Do you think they’ll find us soon?”

“I’m sure they will. We’ll figure out a game plan in the morning if they haven’t found us yet.”

I nodded, but I was already drifting off to sleep as his words washed over me. I felt his arms tighten around me briefly before I was out.

When I woke up, it was not under the best circumstances. Patrick was shaking me awake, disrupting the best dream I’d had in ages. “What?” I groaned, batting away his hand.

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