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Warnings: Language, innuendos, mild voyeur-ism
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Chapter 12 – Romance, Revenge, and Secrets
Camille's POV
There were footsteps on the stairs, and suddenly, James, Katie, Kendall, and Jo came dashing into sight.
"Camille!" Jo cried when she saw Logan laying there with me cradling his head.
"What happened?" James asked, his voice low and rough and scared.
"I – I think The Replacement pushed him down the stairs," I squeaked out, my body shaking.
Jo knelt down next to me. "His hands are handcuffed."
"He was also blindfolded and gagged when I found him," I said, my voice cracking.
"How did you find him?" Kendall demanded. I could tell by the way he glared at me that he hadn't forgiven me for what I had said to him and Jo up on deck.
"I – I got a text from The – from The Replacement – "
Katie and James exchanged a look. "I thought so," Katie said. "We all got texts from The Replacement, telling us to come find you."
"Just you guys?"
"Yeah, as far as I know. We were in the dining room with Mom and Carlos and Stephanie and Griffin and Gustavo and Kelly, but I don't think any of them got texts from The Replacement."
"Just a select few, the ones who honestly don't believe that Logan raped Stephanie, save for Mama Knight," James said quietly, running his hand through his hair.
"Well, come on, let's get Logan out of here," Kendall suggested. "James, you take his feet, I'll take his head."
James nodded his okay, and we girls moved out of the way as the boys positioned themselves at either end of Logan's body.
"On the count of three…" Kendall said, his voice low as he bent over.
"Remember to lift with your legs," James told him.
"Gee, thanks for the reminder," Kendall snapped back sarcastically.
"Hey, I just don't want you to hurt your back, there's no chiropractor on this ship."
"Just shut up and lift when I say when."
"Fine. You are so bossy!"
Kendall ignored him. "On the count of three. One…two…THREE!"
They simultaneously lifted Logan up, pushing up through their legs.
"Hold the door open," Kendall grunted out, and Katie ran back up the stairs to keep the door wide open so that the boys could get Logan through it more easily.
They carried Logan up the stairs and through the door, and into the lobby.
"Where should we go?" James said. "Logan and Griffin's room?"
"I guess," Kendall replied, looking unsure. "I don't know if Logan would want to stay in his and Griffin's room…"
"Well, we have to put him someplace. And he's the most likely to have medical supplies in his bag. We can probably get everything we need just from his suitcase."
"True," Kendall relented, and the boys headed in the direction of Logan and Griffin's room, with the rest of us trotting closely behind them.
"Ummm…" James hesitated once we had reached the door. "We kind of need to unlock the door…"
"Maybe Griffin's in there?"
"Maybe."
Katie stepped forward and knocked on the door. It swung open.
"Well, that's convenient," she said dryly. "Anyone want to throw something worthless in there? To make sure that there aren't any, say, field mines or something in there?"
James pulled off an expensive looking gold bracelet.
"No!" I cried. "What are you doing? That thing has to be worth – "
"Not as much as our lives."
"But – "
"It's fake, Cami. It's from Griffin. Do you really think he would give me something so expensive? It's fake gold, it's not real."
I bit my lip. "Good point."
He threw the bracelet into the room. Nothing happened.
"Well, that was dramatic," he commented. "Come on, Kendall, let's get him in there."
They carried Logan into his room and laid him on the bed that was so obviously Logan's – it had a pillow with images of stethoscopes on it.
"Okay, what now?" Kendall asked, looking lost without his usual leader mojo.
"I guess maybe we should work on getting the handcuffs off?" James suggested.
"Great. Anyone have a lock picking set handy?" Katie spoke up.
"Nope, left it in my detective overcoat," James retorted, throwing a playful smile in her direction.
"Damn, don't tell me you left the bowler hat at home too."
"Yep, it wouldn't fit into my suitcase."
Kendall stared at them. "Huh?"
They turned to face him. "What?" Katie asked.
"What was all that about – "
"None of your business," she replied coolly.
"Were you guys…flirting?" He sounded completely disgusted by the idea.
Katie smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"I would actually!"
Her smirk widened. "We were dirty talking."
"WHAT?"
Oh no.
"Yep. Role playing."
Oh no.
"WHAT?"
James was banging his head against the wall. "She did not just say that, she did not just say that."
"Yep. Damn, James, I really wish we had those handcuffs."
Oh no.
"EXCUSE ME?"
"Katie, stop," James finally said. "Let's take care of Logan, and then you and Kendall can argue things
out."
"But – "
"Logan," James said firmly.
We all turned our attention back to Logan, who was still just laying there, hands still cuffed, looking bruised and bloodied, his eyes still closed. But he was still breathing. That was the important part, I reminded myself. He'll be okay.
"I'll go get a wet cloth," I mumbled, making a straight beeline for the bathroom while wiping my eyes with the back of my hand as discreetly as I could.
I quickly found a clean cloth in one of the cabinets in the bathroom and wet it down with cool water, before ringing it out and going back out into the bedroom.
They moved aside so that I could lay the cloth on Logan's forehead.
"We should try to clean up his cuts and get some ice for his bruises," Katie spoke up, apparently having abandoned the idea of traumatizing her big brother for revenge.
"I think we should wait to put ice on him, until he wakes up," Kendall argued.
She shrugged. "Whatever, big brother."
"I'll go get another wash cloth and some soap and some rubbing alcohol," I volunteered.
"Someone should go check out the crime scene," Kendall piped up. "You know, to see if there are any clues or something as to who The Replacement is or where they're hiding on the ship."
"I'll go," Katie volunteered.
"I will too," James added.
Kendall narrowed his eyes at them, and James just stared back.
"Fine, whatever," Kendall finally relented.
James and Katie left the room, and Kendall just shook his head. "I don't know what's going on between them, but I know one thing – I don't like it!"
James's POV
The second we were out the door, I rounded on Katie. "Really, Katie? Really? Dirty talking?"
She shuffled her feet awkwardly. "We-ell…"
"We-ell?"
"That's what I said."
"I know that's what you said!"
"Well, you repeated it – "
"Are you really so determined to get revenge on Kendall for abandoning you and your mom that you're willing to give Kendall false information about us?"
"We do dirty talk."
"Not like that!"
She sighed and took my hand, looking up at me with large eyes. "I'm sorry. I just – " she took a breath. "I really just want to hurt Kendall. I know how bad that sounds, but…what he did was even worse than what you did! He just left my mom and me, all because he was pissed at Mom! He never offered me an actual explanation, he never tried to contact us, never sent us any money, nothing! Mom and I were living in our old house, I was going to the local community college, trying to get my AA degree, while hoping I could get the fuck out of Chasm Lake eventually. I got a scholarship to that business college in LA, but we couldn't afford it, even with the scholarship! We were literally living from paycheck to paycheck, James! Mom and I were both working at the diner. I was sleep deprived and miserable. We needed Kendall, but where was he? Out winning every single game for the Minnesota Wild, and not even thinking about us! So yeah, I want him to be as miserable and hurt as I am."
"Practically telling him that we're sleeping together isn't the right way to go about it," I told her gently. "Can't you even consider forgiving him?"
"No! He needs to pay for what he did!"
"Katie, it's that attitude that's going to get us all killed! The Replacement wants us to all be pissed at each other, and vengeful! It makes his job so much easier if we all hate each other!"
"Yeah? Well, I might have been able to forgive you, but somehow, I don't think Kendall's reason for abandoning us is half as good as yours is."
I sighed. "Okay, we'll discuss this later. Right now, we need to go do some investigation work."
"Fine."
We went back down to the lobby, to the door that Logan had been pushed through.
We scouted around, trying to cover every centimeter of the area, but we couldn't find anything.
"Maybe there's something downstairs," I suggested.
"Maybe…"
We propped the door open with the guest book of the hostess's podium, flipped the light on, and carefully made our way down the stairs.
There was nothing in the immediate area, but upon further explanation, we stumbled upon…
"A bar!" Katie gasped out. "It looks like one of those speakeasies from the 1920s!"
It did too.
It was a large room, paneled all in wood, with a long bar and cabinets on the back wall, with small, round tables scattered all over the room, and dim chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.
"I wonder how old this ship is," Katie breathed out.
"At least eighty years old. At least," I answered, my eyes roaming the place. "This is amazing!"
"Think The Replacement knows about this place?"
"Probably. He probably knows all the secret nooks and crannies in this place."
"I bet he does…"
Katie propped herself up on the bar, swinging her legs. "I wonder if this place ever actually was a speakeasy. That would be awesome. I mean, this place right here is a piece of history."
"That would be," I agreed, leaping up onto the counter next to her. "This place is gorgeous. It's too bad it's on the DLS-S."
"Well, I doubt it was always the DLS-S," Katie said logically. "The Replacement probably changed the name once he got a hold of it."
"Probably," I agreed.
I got to my feet, standing on the counter, and then jumped down to the other side of the bar. There were dusty bottles of various types of alcohol underneath the bar, and behind, stuffed in crates. I opened one of the cabinets and discovered even more alcohol.
I snatched a bottle from the shelf, wincing at the dry, gritty feel of the dirt and dust that had built up over the years. There was a rag at the end of the counter. I grabbed it, even though it had also probably been there as long as these bottles had been, and wiped the bottle down.
It was a wine bottle, and the year read 1918…just a couple of years before the prohibition had begun. Katie was right, we were standing – or sitting, in her case – in a piece of history. Also in the place that we were going to be killed, but that's all technical stuff.
And that's when something clicked in my head.
"Katie, this place isn't dirty or dusty. It's been used recently."
Katie's head snapped up. "What?"
"People have been in here recently, and they're keeping it up, but they're obviously not drinking the alcohol."
"But…why?"
"A meeting place?"
"No," she shook her head. "That's not it."
"But…then what for?"
"A storage place?"
"But…there's only alcohol in here."
Katie hopped off of the bar, next to me. "Let's see if that's true." She looked at the crates and peered into them. "Nope, this is all liquid."
She examined the bottles under the bar. "Nope, those are all alcohol too."
"What're you looking for?" I asked, squatting down next to her.
"I'm not sure…Maybe a bomb?" she added, a little sheepishly. "I mean, The Replacement seems to really love blowing stuff up."
"True," I agreed. "But I don't think there's a bomb anywhere in here."
"You're probably right," she admitted, climbing back onto the counter. "Who knows? Maybe the staff just likes playing Apples-To-Apples in here."
"Probably." I wrapped my arms around her waist and she leaned in to kiss me quickly.
"Mmmm," she moaned, resting her head against my chest. "You know, this place is completely empty."
"Besides us."
She pulled back and grinned, before pressing her lips to mine again, the kiss laden with suggestion.
I pushed her onto her back, and leapt up onto the counter, hovering over her. "Sure you want to do this on a speakeasy bar?"
She ran her fingers down my back. "Oooh yeah…It's hot."
"Kinky."
"You know it." She pulled me down for another kiss.
Carlos's POV
I know my friends think that Logan's innocent. I know that. I'm aware of that. And I know that if they think he is, then they probably have a pretty good reason to.
But that doesn't mean that I'm inclined to agree with them. I know Stephanie, and if she thinks that Logan raped her, then he probably did.
Of course, she is only human.
I love her, but I know she's imperfect, and she does get things wrong. And considering that Griffin, of all people, seemed to be siding with her, I was starting to get a bad feeling about agreeing with her. Griffin had had it out for Logan back in the months before Big Time Rush had disbanded.
That didn't change the fact that I was still in the dining room, sitting in-between Stephanie and Griffin, with Gustavo, Kelly, and Mama Knight seated a few chairs down.
But I was uncomfortable here, and I could tell that the others were too, except for maybe Griffin. Even Stephanie was fidgeting.
"The others have been gone for quite awhile," Mama Knight finally spoke up. "I hope they're okay."
Griffin waved off her concern. "I'm sure they're fine."
"Yes, but with The Replacement running around – "
"I'm sure there's nothing to worry about."
I turned to Griffin. "You don't seem very concerned," I commented, narrowing my eyes at him.
He shrugged. "Why should I be? One of those people is a rapist, and the others sided with him."
Mrs. Knight leapt to her feet. "Two of those people you don't give a damn about are my kids! And Logan is not a rapist!"
Griffin put his hand on Stephanie's shoulder. Immediately, I tensed up, and I could tell that she did too.
"He raped this poor, innocent girl," Griffin insisted.
I felt Stephanie shudder, and I slid my arm around her while simultaneously knocking Griffin's hand off of her arm. She gave me a grateful smile. "Come on," I told her. "Let's head up to our room."
She nodded and we both got up and left the room.
"Are you okay?" I asked once we were barricaded safely in our room. "You didn't like Griffin touching you, did you?"
She shook her head. "It creeped me out. I'm not sure why, but it did."
I nodded. "I didn't like it either."
"It felt…perverted," she continued. "Like…like…he was raping me just by touching me. God, now I just want to go and take a long, hot shower."
"I'm sorry, baby," I murmured to her, kissing her cheek.
She smiled weakly, and pushed away from me, heading towards the bathroom. "Logan's never felt that way to me. Not…perverted, or like he was raping me, or anything like that."
"You're starting to wonder if – ?"
She nodded as she paused at the bathroom door. "Yeah. I'm beginning to think I made a huge mistake."
I didn't say anything to that. She just made a sad, apologetic face at me, before walking into the bathroom and closing the door. A moment later, I heard the shower running.
I sank down onto the bed. She had confirmed what I had already been thinking. There was no way in hell that Logan had forced himself on her. There was just no way.
It was like the others had said, it wasn't in his nature. He was Logan. Logie. Logie-Bear. He respected girls. But then, the question remained: Who did rape Stephanie?
I didn't have an answer for that. Who would? Who would want to? Who would do something like that? Was it someone she knew? A total stranger?
At least when she had thought it was Logan, she had known who it was. It would be a hundred times worse now that she no longer knew who had taken her innocence.
Would she ever know?
My phone vibrated, and I pulled it out of my jeans pocket. I had a new text from The Replacement: So, now you and Stephanie have finally come to the realization that Logan never raped Stephanie. And now, you are inevitably wondering, 'who did'? Well, Carlos, you may just be finding out… -The Replacement.
I closed out the text, biting down hard on my lower lip. The Replacement hadn't really had anything informative to say, but he had still got me thinking…Well, Carlos, you may just be finding out…He had made it sound like it was someone else on this ship…But who?
The shower turned off, and a few minutes later, Stephanie stepped back into the room, full dressed with her damp hair in a messy ponytail.
"Feeling better?" I asked her.
She nodded and came over to me. "Much cleaner."
She straddled my lap and ran her fingers through my hair. "I'm so sorry. You got so mad at Logan, and it's all my fault."
"It's not your fault," I assured her softly, hugging her. "You had a legitimate reason to think that Logan raped you."
"But even when he was so obviously guilty, he never admitted that he did it. And he's Logan! He's the king of logic! He would have admitted it. I'm so stupid." She buried her face in my neck, her body shaking with sobs.
I held her, murmuring to her and stroking her hair.
At last, she pulled back, still sniffing, tear streaks running down her face, and eyes red and puffy. "I'm sorry," she said again.
"Don't be. None of this is your fault. You had every reason to think it was Logan. And we'll figure out whoever raped you. We're going to find him. Don't worry, sweetie, everything will be okay."
"How can you be so sure?" she asked me, sobbing slightly.
"I'm determined."
"I guess you are." She ran her hand over my jaw. "I love you."
I kissed her. "I love you too."
Kendall's POV
James and Katie had been gone for an hour, and Logan still hadn't woken up. Camille was beginning to pace around the room, while Jo tried to reassure her that Logan would be all right. However, I'm pretty sure that Camille was tuning her out – she didn't seem to be able to focus on anything.
Jo finally gave up and turned her head to look at me. "You've been awfully quiet," she observed.
"What?" My head snapped up. "Oh, yeah, I guess…"
"Worried about Logan? Or about what Katie told you and her and James? Because I'm pretty sure she was just B.S-ing you."
"Yeah, I know," I told her. "But what if there's some truth in it?"
"She's 19, Kendall. She's legal. She's an adult. If she wants to sleep with James, then she can."
I just crossed my arms. "I don't care. She's my baby sister, and I know what he's like. He can be a real
ass."
Jo giggled. "You can be a real ass too."
"True," I admitted. "But James is a hundred times worse. He's a player. Surely you've heard all the rumors about him, even if you were in New Zealand and Europe."
"Yeah, I did," she reluctantly said. "But that doesn't mean much."
"It doesn't?" I spluttered out.
"No," she said determinedly. "We're all different people than we were a few years ago."
"But that stuff just happened recently – "
Jo shrugged. "If you paid attention to the gossip, he hasn't been seen for a couple of months with a girl. He's slowed down a lot."
"Maybe…"
"He has," she insisted.
"Whatever."
"You love to believe the worst of people, don't you? You were always trying to punch Jett Stetson."
"Because he was always hitting on you and trying to break us up!"
"Oh yeah…"
I face-palmed. "How could you forget that?"
"Well, I haven't thought about it for years…"
I rolled my eyes. "Of course you haven't."
"Hey, I've been busy!"
"Obviously! You didn't call me for four years!"
"Neither did you!" she cried back.
Oh. She had a point.
"Oh. I – I – I'm sorry," I mumbled out.
"You should be. And I'm sorry too."
I held my arms out, and she crawled into them, hugging me back.
"Mmmm…" she let out contented sight, burying her face in my shoulder. "I missed you so much, Kendall."
"I missed you too," I whispered back, stroking her blonde hair.
"I love you," she murmured.
I pulled back. "What? What did you say?"
She blushed. "I said…I said I love you. Because I do. I'm still in love with you, Kendall."
I felt my face break into my first real smile in what felt like ages. "I love you too, Jo."
She smiled back at me, and I pressed my lips to hers.
"Whoa. I tune into my own world for five minutes, and when I snap out of it, you guys are making out. What the hell?"
We broke apart to find Camille gaping at us, smiling, but looking incredibly shocked.
"Oh, uh, yeah, we love each other," I told her, pulling Jo even closer to me.
"Oh thank goodness, for a second there I thought the stress had finally hit you guys and you had gone crazy."
"Well, not quite," Jo replied.
"Well, that's good to know." There was a pause, and then Camille clapped her hands. "Will you two leave? I know you're dying to go and…ew."
I laughed and pulled Jo to her feet. "Come on, let's head back to your room."
"I know where I won't be going," Camille called after us, sounding half happy, half disgusted.
Jo and I ran out of her room and dashed down the hall. I grabbed her and picked her up, twirling her around, kissing her.
She laughed against my mouth, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I carried her the rest of the way to her room, while trying to kiss her at the same time, although I had to set her down so that she could get her key card out of her jeans pocket.
Once we were inside her room, we locked the door, and she steered me to her bed, pushing me down and climbing on top of me, straddling me, so that she could kiss me.
Thank goodness we weren't doing this in Mom's and my room.
Jennifer's POV
I really, really despise Arthur Griffin. He was always a sadistic son of a bitch, but I swear, the last three years have made him even worse than he already was.
And yet, here I was, still sitting in the same room as him. Kelly and Gustavo had moved a few seats down, and both were fidgeting.
The furious tension between Griffin and I was beyond palpable. He knew I was pissed at him for acting like my children were a couple of criminals, and I knew he was livid that he had been chewed out by me.
Well. That was just too damn bad for him, now wasn't it?
Griffin finally sniffed haughtily. "When are they serving dinner?"
"Well, considering the fact that the freezer is currently being used as a tomb…" I quipped.
Griffin just gave me a nasty look. "Where're your juvenile delinquent brats? Maybe they know something about how the bodies ended up in the freezer."
I fixed him with an icy stare. "I promise you, you say one more word about Kendall and Katie and I'll smash your face into the table."
Griffin glared back at me. "They are two brats, and the world would be much better off without them. Your daughter is a slut who James uses as an unpaid whore, and your son would rather throw up blood on the ice rink then do anything for anyone but himself."
Well, I never break a promise.
True to my word, I grabbed Griffin's head and smashed his face into the table, causing him to let out a yell of pain. Good. It's nice to know he feels pain, same as everyone else.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" he hollered.
"I told you, if you say one more word about my kids, then I would smash your face into your table. And you did, so I did."
"Fuck, woman, I didn't think you were serious!"
"I know you didn't. But you won't be messing with me, or insulting my kids, ever again, now will you?"
Griffin just glared at me, rubbing his nose.
"That's what I thought."
"I will sue you for assault," he informed me.
"I look forward to battling you in court once we're off this ship. And what're you going to tell the judge?
That I bruised your nose?"
"I'll come up with a decent lawsuit," Griffin snarled.
"Oh, great, so you'll sue me for my crappy house and my crappy car?"
"If that's what it takes."
"You're unbelievable. We're sitting here, under threat, and you're threatening to sue me because I defended my kids? What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Maybe your priorities are just off."
"I give up! I give up!"
I stood up and stormed out of the room. Who the fuck did Griffin think he was? I hadn't liked him when Kendall had been a part of Big Time Rush, but I had put up with him for the boys' sake. But no more. I no longer had to take Griffin's crap. He was no longer my son's boss.
Wait –
What was that he had said about Katie being James's unpaid whore? What the hell was that all about? Wow…He must've really been scrambling for something to accuse Katie of.
What a fucking bastard.
My phone beeped, and I pulled it out to find a text with a picture attached to it. I opened the text: Griffin may be full of bullshit most of the time, but for once, he actually has some of his facts right. –The Replacement. Curious, I opened up the picture, and nearly dropped the phone. There was a picture of Katie and James…in Katie's bed…right in the middle of…
Oh my God.
Griffin had been right.
They were sleeping together.
The Replacement's POV
I stared at the screens, enjoying the scene that was unfolding. Jennifer Knight had just gotten the shock of her life, courtesy of me. Kendall and Jo were currently getting it on in Jo's and Camille's room. Camille was pacing back and forth in Logan's and Griffin's room. Griffin was currently barking at Gustavo and Kelly to get him ice. And James and Katie were going at it in the old speakeasy. That should've worried me, considering what The Serpent and I were keeping in there, but they seemed a little too busy to notice something that they probably couldn't even see.
Perfect.
The Serpent came up behind me, eyeing the screen. He was the one who had financed my plans, the one who had lost almost everything because of Big Time Rush. It was because of his money and my genius that we were here, in a private cabin on the DLS-S Cruise, watching secrets be revealed and scandals be made.
But in a week and a half, none of this was going to matter. All that was going to be left of them was the video footage that we had of them. And who knows what we were going to do with that?
"Those sex-obsessed kids," The Serpent commented, his voice cold as always.
I looked over at him and smirked. "That's what makes this all so juicy. Their hormones are raging, and there's so damn much we can do with it."
"Not to mention all the secrets and scandals and history they have with each other," The Serpent pointed out.
"Exactly." I turned my attention back to the look on Jennifer Knight's face. She looked as if she didn't believe my text, or as if she was struggling to accept what she already knew was true.
"And then there's Griffin…" The Serpent trailed off distastefully. "You didn't have to deal with him, but I did. He's just…He has more issues, more scandals, then all of them put together – all covered up tastefully, of course."
"But of course," I smirked. "And that's why we're here, to show them the other's dark side."
"We really need to do something with the stuff in the speakeasy," The Serpent told me, redirecting the screen to the camera that showed James and Katie. They were in the middle of…it…on the bar, and their moans and screams were getting increasingly louder.
"No, Diamond and Knight will never notice," I corrected him. "They're too busy getting off on each other."
"The plan's still the same, right? We kill them and escape with the cargo?"
"Exactly. It's foolproof. Only we know where it's all located."
"And let's keep it that way," The Serpent told me. "You haven't deal with them the way I have. They're smarter than what you give them credit for. They're not going down without a fight."
"I can believe it. But believe me, there's no way they're getting off the ship alive. Trust me on this."
"Oh, I do. If there's anyone who can concoct a plan like this, it's you."
"Well, I did concoct the plan, so thank you for the very obvious credit."
"Now…I really think we need to do something about one of these passengers…They need to get what's coming to them…And we both know what that is. And it ain't two tickets to on a cruise around Alaska."
Wow...The Replacement and The Serpent, partners in crime ;) And Mama Knight now knows, kind of, about James and Katie...
Sorry if this chapter sucked, I was kind of winging it this time. I'm *hoping* it came out okay.
Okay, so, classes begin for me tomorrow (blech), so I don't know when I'll be able to get the next chapter up. I kind of seem to suck at updating when I say 'yeah, I'll update a lot now that I have some free time, blah, blah, blah', so I'm just going to say, it might be a few weeks before I update next, because I'm taking four classes, instead of three. But I will say that I'm HOPING to update very soon :)
Anyway, let me know what you think of this chapter! It reminds me that I need to work on this story, and the review button is always happy to be paid attention to. :)