Page 20 of Our Last Chance at Forever

“I know, but I need to go. This stuff can wait until tomorrow.” He waved it off.

“Mason, how is any work going to get done in here if you can’t even find the desk?”

He ran his hand through his dark hair, causing it to stick up in all directions. “I guess I can call Trent, see if he could come by and help. I won’t be gone long.”

“Okay, you give him a call and I’m going to start putting this stuff into the filing cabinets.”

When Trent showed up, Mason took off, promising to be back soon.

While I got busy cleaning up the office, Trent went to the rental office. He said something about needing to get the computer set up for the next day. I waved him off, I knew he would find some way of getting out of working.

I got a few things put away before Trent came in and asked if I wanted a beer. After all my hard work, on top of the busy weekend of traveling, a beer sounded great. “Yeah, did you bring beer with you?”

He let out a laugh. “No, I’m going to run up to the grill.”

“Mason will be pissed if he finds out you left,” I warned.

A rush of air escaped his mouth, “You think I’m worried about Mason being pissed off at me? Have you met me? He’s pissed at me every day.”

I let out a laugh but didn’t argue with him.

He left me alone while he went to grab us a beer. I continued filing the papers when I heard the screen door shut.

That was fast.

“What did you do? Run?” I turned towards the door, expecting to see Trent, but saw Chris instead.

I rushed forward to slam the office door shut, but he caught it, pushing against it.

While pushing against him with all my might, I turned to look for an escape.

I can climb out the window, but will I make it in time?

Probably not, find a weapon.

I turned to look at the desk, there was a box cutter setting on top.

That will have to do. But if I reach for it, he’s going to get in.

He’s going to get in anyway. He’s too strong to fight against.

Maybe I don’t have to fight him. Trent will be back soon.

I let the door go and rushed to the desk, grabbing the box cutter and hiding it in my back pocket.

The door slammed against the wall when I let go and he pushed his way through it. I ran to the other side of the desk, needing to put some distance between us. I backed up to the wall across from the door.

Chris didn’t move, he just stood there, watching me with his dark eyes and menacing smile. “You didn’t make the announcement.”

I reached behind my back, covering the box cutter with my hand. “You better leave, Trent will be back here any second.”

He let out a laugh. “Oh, is Trent the one I knocked out in the parking lot?” He used his thumb to gesture over his shoulder, toward the door.

He walked into the office and closed the door behind him. “What are we going to do with you?” He slowly started walking toward me.

I didn’t want to be anywhere near him, but I needed him close if I was going to use my weapon.

I wrapped my hand around the blade and waited.

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