Page 56 of Enraged

“Did someone order breakfast in bed?” Dak’s voice interrupted my thoughs.

I sat up in bed. “That was fast, chef.”

Laughing, he held up two boxes of Poptarts. “Brown sugar or strawberry?”

“Strawberry!”

Wrinkling his nose with judgement, he tossed me the box. “Over brown sugar? That’s some questionable decision making.”

“I’m a simple girl with simple tastes.”

He snorted.

Bitch, I am!

“Were they down there?” I asked quietly.

“They were asleep. He was in the recliner, she was on the couch.”

I’m surprised they didn’t use the body heat method.

He spoke up, “Don’t let them get to you. Mr. Driggers said yesterday that the Department of Transportation salted the roads early to prepare for this weather and that they had snow plows ready to go.”

“Okay?”

He smiled. “That means when they wake up, they’re gone.”

Thank goodness.

“I’m surprised you didn’t wake them up when you were down there.”

“I thought about it, but I didn’t want to start off your snow day with a bunch of hollerin’.”

“I appreciate the consideration. I can’t believe they actually came here.”

He seemed surprised that I felt that way.

“I knew they would.”

“I guess I just expected them to go home together after they were caught,” I admitted.

He stopped chewing. “What? Why?”

Why wouldn’t they?

“They were caught,” I pointed out. “They could go home and be together.”

He shook his head. “They don’t want to be together.”

Eying him curiously, I asked, “how do you know that?”

“If they did, they wouldn’t be here right now trying to talk to us. They never wanted to be together,” he explained. “They wanted to sneak around, to chase the thrill.”

“There had to be some part of them that wanted to be together, knowing how much they were risking by doing it.”

“It may seem like that, but I don’t think so. In fact, I know they didn’t want to actually be together.”

“How?” I demanded.

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