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But what if it did?
If it didn’t work, I was dead. Plain and simple. And… acceptable.
I’d always said I wouldn’t ever just roll over and die. I wanted to go down fighting.
Well… maybe I’d lose this time. But I was gonna go out in one helluva bang.
Fireworks.
And I’d take my whole world down with me.
Then, finally, I felt calm.
Clearing my throat and wiping my eyes, I pushed to my feet and trotted into my office, to my computer, and opened my email with a weird sense of anticipation.
I didn’t actually know if this was going to work.
But I was going to try.
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TO: Asshole (Jeremy Haines)
SUBJECT: Change of Plan
J, we need to change the plan—but only a little bit…
49. Unsent
SOUNDTRACK:Sound of Silenceby Lexxi Saal and NOCTURN.
~ BRIDGET ~
It was done. The wheels were in motion, and wouldn’t stop now until this was over—one way, or another.
Nerves made my stomach trill, and that made me nauseous.
I thought of my dream and picked up my phone, tapping into my text messages to find a specific thread.
SAM NOTPRIEST
Even looking at his name made me swallow a pinch in my throat.
ME: If only I met you first, I wonder if this would have gone differently?
He replied almost immediately.
SAM NOTPRIEST: Bridget, what’s going on? Are you safe?
ME: As safe as I will ever be. I was just thinking about you. I dreamed about you last night.
I wondered if I imagined that his lips pulled up in that adorable half-smile when he read that, or if that was some kind of prescient sight that God gave me because my heart might stop soon.
SAM NOTPRIEST: Oh? What kind of dream?
ME: It doesn’t matter. I just wanted you to know that.
SAM NOTPRIEST: I can’t tell if you’re flirting or warning me. You’re making me nervous.