Chapter 42

I slept like a baby - after I secured the motel room, wedging a chair under the doorknob. Since I couldn't do the same to the bathroom window, I scattered toiletries on the bathroom floor. Tripping hazards that would make some noise if someone tried to climb in. I took notes during Home Alone and expanded upon that boy's brilliance.

As to the window at the front, it was sealed shut with silicone. The only way someone would get in was by smashing it. The breaking tinkle of glass should wake me if someone were that brazen.

Only once I felt safe did I crawl into bed.

All that adrenaline I'd used fighting off the drug and then combatting my terror needed replenishing. My head hit the pillow, and I fell into a deep sleep.

One filled with dreams. All featuring Derek.

No surprise. A chance meeting, a stroll down memory lane, and then a scorching kiss? Add in the fact he wanted to come to my rescue, and when I woke, was it any wonder my hand crept under the covers?