Page 129 of His Reckoning

That is a very dangerous problem.

I stare at the screen for a long moment after the last sentence appears.

My fingers hover above the keyboard, but the rush that carried me through that writing sprint finally starts to fade.

And once it does … the adrenaline finally fades enough for reality to catch up with me.

My shoulders slowly sink as I lean back against the headboard.

“Oh my God,” I whisper to the empty room.

My eyes slide toward the bedroom door. I’m completely stunned, but a small, wicked smile threatens to creep across my face.

I clamp down on it immediately.

No. Absolutely not. I refuse to enjoy that moment. Even if the memory of his expression is incredibly satisfying.

My laptop sits warm against my legs as I reread the last paragraph I typed.

The scene is strong. Strong enough to make me immediately resent him again.

Which makes the pit in my stomach deepen.

Now I have evidence. Proof I can’t argue with anymore. Sawyer’s stupid theory is working.

I slam the laptop shut. “Nope.”

I slide off the bed and start pacing again. This apartment has officially turned me into a pacing person, which I blame entirely on Sawyer Maccini and his ridiculous confidence.

The man honestly thinks he understands my brain better than I do. That he somehow unlocked my creativity like I’m a puzzle he solved.

The arrogance of that thought alone should be enough to make me furious.

And yet … my pacing slows.

Beneath the irritation is another feeling I don’t like acknowledging.

Curiosity.

Sawyer didn’t look arrogant tonight.

Not at the end. He looked … thrown.

My lips press together as that realization settles in.

Good.

Serves him right.

Let him sit out there for a while and think about what just happened.

Maybe next time, he’ll think twice before running his mouth about experiments.

I glance toward the door again.

Silence fills the apartment. He’s probably still out there, processing, trying to convince himself he didn’t just lose that round.

The idea makes my pulse jump slightly.