Sensual Confessions - Brenda Jackson [103]
Luckily, Patsy was able to untie herself. The police officer who’d accompanied Detective Adams to the office with Rowe had transported Patsy down to police headquarters for further questioning.
It hadn’t been easy, but they had convinced Sam’s parents to remain at the law office with Mac and Peyton, who seemed capable of handling the couple better than anyone.
Luke glanced over at Blade and saw the intense look on his face. “You love Sam, don’t you? I mean really love her.”
Blade, who’d been staring straight ahead, glanced back. “Yes, I really love her, and I’m not going to try and figure out how it happened. It happened. And like I told her parents, I’m going to marry her.” Blade took a deep breath and shook his head. “I remember Justin saying that Lorren was his fate. In my case, Sam is my destiny.”
Luke was about to ask another question when his phone rang. He listened for a short while and then ended the call. “Frank’s at the abandoned warehouse and he’s made Sam get out of the car,” he told Blade.
Sam knew that Frank was unstable, and she didn’t intend to become another one of his victims. She had every intention of getting way from him as soon as she could.
“Move,” Frank ordered, breaking into her thoughts.
“Frank, please listen and—”
“Shut up or I’ll shoot you now.”
She’d seen the gun and, considering his mental state, knew she had to tread lightly. She began walking. “Shooting you now and getting it over with isn’t such a bad idea,” Frank said. “Stop and turn around.”
She slowly turned as he’d ordered her to. At that moment she knew she didn’t have a chance to escape, and talking to Frank was no use.
“Vivian died because of you. If you hadn’t had those pills, she wouldn’t have died,” he snarled.
Sam pulled in a deep breath. There was no way she could reason with him to make him see that even if she hadn’t had the pills, Vivian would have found some other way to end her life.
“And now you will die,” he said.
She stared at him and saw the demented look in his eyes and felt her knees weaken. At least she had told Blade she loved him.
Frank raised the gun and aimed it straight at her head. She closed her eyes, and the moment she did, a shot rang out, then a second. She opened her eyes and saw Frank crumple to the ground. Someone had shot him.
She looked around as police officers came swarming from everywhere. She heard Blade call her name, and then she saw him racing toward her. Somehow she found the strength to move, once she realized what had happened.
She threw herself into Blade’s arms as he pulled her close and whispered that he loved her. She buried her face in his shirt, trembling with relief that he was there. Sam knew at that moment that she was safe and in the arms of the man she loved.
Sam opened her eyes, once again shivering while reliving the nightmare of Frank Denton aiming a gun at her head.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re here with me.”
She took a deep breath at the sound of the deep, husky voice so close to her ear. Instinctively, she leaned back against Blade’s hard body, and the arm already around her middle tightened.
They were naked, in her bed, after having made love earlier. Now he was whispering in her ear, telling her how he wanted to make love to her so that she would forget the near tragic incident earlier that day.
After providing Detective Adams and the police with all the information they needed, Blade had taken Sam home and run warm, sudsy water in the Jacuzzi tub, then had gotten in with her. With strong gentle hands he had tried soothing away all her hurts and fears.
He had dried her off, wrapped her securely in a towel and taken her to the living room, where he had held her in his arms until she had gone to sleep. She had awakened hours later in bed and wearing the nightgown he had put on her.
She had gotten dressed and had gone