Page 108 of Taken With Trouble

“I told you I’d take you on a trip. You’ve never been to Hawaii.”

Hawaii? I mentioned that to him once in passing. I don’t actually want to go to Hawaii. And I’m not so much into vacations, considering what happened the last time he surprised me with one.

“Don’t worry, I packed your bags. They’re mostly bikinis but I don’t think I’ll mind.”

I bite the inside of my cheek. I’ve been looking for the perfect way to get him back, and it just happened.

I follow him onto the helicopter and let him help me with my seatbelt, thoroughly enjoying each precious lingering touch around my waist.

“Ready?” the pilot asks once Liam is buckled in.

Liam grabs my hand. “Yes, we are.”

My mind spins as we take off over the buildings heading west. I’ll never get used to the life Liam lives. But I sure love living it with him.

“Champagne?” Liam hands me a glass.

I take it, discreetly slipping the sleeping powder from my pocket. Have I had it long? Yes, I have. Petty? For sure. Excellent revenge? Yes.

I pour it into the flute and give it a swirl.

He turns to me and raises his cup in a toast, but I stop him.

“Care to trade?”

His expression turns hurt, but there’s an eager gleam there. “You really think I poisoned it?”

“Prove you didn’t.”

He chuckles and swaps our glasses. “To our next adventure.”

I clink my glass to his, then take a dainty sip.

Liam raises his glass, a challenge in his eyes, and drains the whole thing. I take a few more sips, waiting.

Liam’s eyes drift closed, and he leans against the seat.

I turn on the mic on my headphones. “Can we make a quick change to the destination?” I ask the pilot.

His eyes flick to mine. “Where’s that, Miss?”

“South America.”

His brows furrow and he glances at Liam. “You drugged him?”

“No, of course not.”

The pilot laughs. “He told me to watch for that, but I didn’t think he was serious.”

“He’ll forgive me if you take us to South America.”

The pilot laughs again. “You two really are made for each other. That’s where I was already headed.”

Hmm. So drugging him was unnecessary. Yet warranted. Payback is a—

I yawn. One yawn turns to two, and my eyes struggle to stay open.

No.

He drugged me, too.

Good thing I love him. I’m still killing him when I wake up.

THE END