Page 128 of His Reckoning

Oh. My. God.

Did I really just do that?

My hand flies up to cover my mouth as a laugh burst out of me before I can stop it. A borderline hysterical laugh bursts out before I can stop it because ten minutes ago I stormed out of here furious, determined to prove a point.

And now?

Now my heart is racing like I just ran a marathon.

I shove myself away from the door and start pacing across the room.

“This has officially gotten out of control,” I mutter.

Sawyer Maccini does not get to look that smug and arrogant and completely convinced he understands me better than Iunderstand myself. And he definitely doesn’t get to run around, turning everything into one of his stupid theories.

He deserved a little payback.

I drag a hand through my hair as the scene replays in my head.

The look on his face and the moment he realized he wasn’t the one controlling the situation anymore.

My lips slowly curve. God, that was satisfying.

For the first time since this whole ridiculous “experiment” started, Sawyer actually looked surprised. Completely unprepared for me to flip the situation on him.

Which means I finally managed to crack that that carefully controlled expression of his.

Good.

He deserves it.

I drop onto the edge of the bed with my laptop. Now that the adrenaline is fading, another familiar feeling is starting to creep in.

The one that’s been coming and going for weeks.

The itch.

I flip the laptop open. The document from earlier stares back at me—a half-written scene.

I stare at the blinking cursor for a moment, and then my fingers start moving.

Fast … faster than they have in weeks. The words come too fast for me to keep up with them. I barely even register what I’mwriting. I barely have time to think before the next sentence appears.

Minutes blur together. They turn to an hour.

When I finally pause long enough to take a breath, my hands are slightly shaky.

I glance down at the word count and blink. Three thousand words … in one sitting.

Reality settles heavily into my chest. I know exactly what just triggered that.

Sawyer.

My eyes narrow at the screen.

“You are not getting credit for that,” I mutter.

But even as I say it, I know it’s a lie. Whether I like it or not … Sawyer Maccini is still the most effective cure for my writer’s block.