“We should tie them up.”
“For what reason? They’re already bound, and it’s not like they can break out of here. I say we grab some food and wait to hear from DeLuca.”
“Chinese?”
“Are you kidding? I want spaghetti and meatballs.”
“What? Are you twelve?”
“Oh, I guess I have to be a kid to like spaghetti.”
“No, but when you wear that bib, you look ridiculous.”
“These are nice clothes. Excuse me for not wanting to get sauce on my suit.”
I rolled my eyes as they continued to bicker, but soon, the arguing faded with the slamming of the door.
“God, I thought they would never leave,” Claire muttered, sitting up.
I mimicked her movements, wincing at how tight the bonds were. “So, what now?”
“Now, we wait. Derek will be here soon,” she grinned.
“How? How could he possibly be here soon when he might not even know we were taken!”
“Oh, he knows. We were knocked out, which suggests that we’ve been gone a long time. Second, there is no way Derek would let anything happen to me, so he’ll definitely be here soon.”
“Please tell me there’s a third,” I groaned.
“Well, I also have a tracker, so he can see where I am.”
Narrowing my eyes at her, I huffed out an irritated sigh. “You might have led with that.”
“So, we just have to sit back and wait for them to rescue us.”
That didn’t sit right with me. I never waited for a man to do what I knew I could. I immediately started working on my bonds, squeezing my hand to the smallest size to fit through the rope. It wasn’t going so well, but damn if I wasn’t going to try.
“What are you doing? I just said Derek would be here soon.”
I snorted at that. “Forgive me if I don’t wait for a man to solve my problems.”
“But…” She huffed in annoyance. “You’re ruining the fantasy!”
I paused, slowly looking up at her. “The fantasy?”
“Yes! Derek is Superman!”
Okay, that got my attention, but not because I believed her. In fact, now I was sure more than ever that I was going to have to rescue both of us because this woman was delusional.
“You…think your husband is Superman.”
It wasn’t a question. It was a statement, one laced in disbelief and annoyance.
Rolling her eyes, she beamed at me. “NottheSuperman. Though, how cool would that be? No, when I first met him, I thought he was Superman.”
The way she said it with very little embarrassment was almost heartwarming.
For a crazy person.