Prelude
It was cold outside. Snow falling around us in a blizzard like effect. Maybe I should have been cold but I was past the point of numbness, past the point of pain even. And you know it's over when you've passed that point. You can kid yourself as much as you want but once you've passed that point, the joke is over. A depressing thought I know. I looked slowly to my left and saw him sitting beside me, looking half gone. And I wondered if I could even safe him much less myself. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fainted. Maybe it was for the best. I wished for the same blissful oblivion. But it never came. A small knocking on the floor caught my attention briefly before the wind howled over it. I scooted closer to him for warmth. There wasn't much on the floor of the cabin but a small amount. I shivered. And in that moment I realized we were going to die. Alone. And nobody would ever find us.
Chapter One
"Piper, why don't you finish the book?" A voice called behind me as I closed my laptop deftly and spun my chair around. Smiling in the doorway was my husband. Even though I was pissed at him I had to smile back. I can never seem to stay angry at him. No matter how hard I try. He tilted his head and continued to smile at me. I stood up and threw a piece of paper at him. He laughed and stepped into my computer room.
"You've been toying around with it for months now. And you're no closer to an ending than you where when you started. How many times are you going to change it?" he teased. I walked to the doorway and ruffled his dark hair as if he were a little boy. He frowned at me and started fixing it as soon as I drew my hand away. His green eyes flashing momentarily with anger.
"As many times as it takes." I replied with a shrug. "A true author is never truly satisfied with their own work. They always find another flaw." I added. He smirked at me.
"Their own worst critic." He concluded. I nodded and shoved him into the hall way. Then followed him into the kitchen. Chance is really a very attractive man. I could never understand what he saw in me. He stands six feet seven inches. With a body to die for, black hair with bangs that frequently fall into his gorgeous green eyes and hide how he really feels. I always tell him his eyes say volumes even when he doesn't. He frowns every time I do.
There are times when I wonder if he had asked my best friend Linda to dance that night in the bar instead of me, he'd probably be married to her now. Which always makes my gut twist slightly with jealousy. From the moment I first saw him when Linda and I had walked into the bar I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Of course my overly flirtatious friend Linda had to make several comments about my not so subtle drooling.
We had sat down at the bar opting out of grabbing a table. After ordering our drinks Chance had made his way over to us and started talking to Linda. I had pretended to ignore them but inside I was more disappointed than I could imagine. Much to my shock however, Chance had turned to me in the middle of their conversation and smiled.
"Do you want to dance? Or is your card full for the night?" He'd asked with the teasing smile I'd learned to love instantly.
"Do they still make dance cards?" I'd countered. He'd laughed set his drink next to Linda and led me onto the dance floor.
