Sensual Confessions - Brenda Jackson [57]
“What the f—is going on? Who the hell is making a threat like this? Is this some kind of sick joke?”
“Peyton, calm down,” Mac said, as her eyes remained glued to Sam. “Sam, do you have any idea who could have been sending you these flowers?”
Sam, still unable to speak, only shook her head. She didn’t have a clue. She watched as Mac then picked up the phone on her desk and began dialing. “Yes, Detective Adams, this is Mackenzie Standfield Madaris, and you’re needed over to my office immediately.”
Luke handed the bottles of beer to Reese and Blade. “Thanks, guys, you deserve these. I didn’t know Mac had so much stuff to move from the attic.”
The phone rang and Luke reached over, checked the caller ID, smiled and picked it up. “Hello, sweetheart.”
Blade and Reese watched as the smile on his face turned to anger. “When?” Then moments later he asked, “Did you call the police?”
Luke pulled in a deep breath as he stood up, already grabbing his car keys from his jeans pocket. “That’s fine, I’m on my way.” He hung up the phone.
“What’s going on, Luke?” Reese asked, with concern in his voice.
“That was Mac. The person who’s been sending Sam flowers for the past six weeks finally sent a card with them today, with a death threat.”
“What!” Blade was out of the chair, almost knocking it over. “Are these the same flowers Sam thought I was sending her?”
Luke raised a brow as he grabbed his Stetson off the hat rack. “I wasn’t aware she thought you were the one sending those flowers.”
“She mentioned it last night and I assured her they weren’t from me,” Blade said, hot on Luke’s heels as he headed for the door. Reese quickly followed Blade.
“Well, according to Mac, the card Sam got with the delivery today wasn’t pretty, and said something about her days being numbered,” Luke said over his shoulder as he headed for the truck. “And the two of you don’t have to go with me. Hopefully, I won’t be long.”
“I’m going,” Reese said, already opening the door and climbing inside the backseat of Luke’s truck.
“And don’t think for one minute I’m not going, too,” Blade all but snarled, feeling more protective of a woman than he’d ever felt before. The same woman he’d convinced himself just last night that he didn’t want to cross paths with ever again. “If it involves Sam, then I’m going.”
Luke glanced over at him and nodded. “Fine.”
Blade took in a deep breath as he opened the door and got in the front seat. Why he felt the need to see for himself that Sam was okay, he wasn’t sure. He would figure out the reason why later.
Chapter 14
During the last thirty minutes, Sam’s attitude had gone from shock to anger and then fury, evident from her use of some of Peyton’s colorful expletives, which at one point had begun flowing from her mouth as if they were an everyday part of her vocabulary.
Now she had calmed down—somewhat. She had managed to prove that her temper at its best would put even her father to shame. How dare someone send her flowers for six weeks, only to inform her that now her days were numbered? The man had to be a lowlife, a scoundrel, an asshole.
“And you’re sure you have no idea who could have sent you these flowers or why they want to threaten your life, Ms. Di Meglio?”
Sam glanced across the room. For a while she’d forgotten the detective had been sitting in the extra chair Priscilla had brought into her office. She’d also forgotten that Mac and Peyton were still in her office, as well. Everyone was sitting there and staring at her.
She drew in a deep breath and returned the detective’s intense gaze. She had met him a year and a half ago, when he had been investigating the trouble involving Mac. “No, Detective Adams, I have no idea who’s behind those flowers and—”
At that moment her office door flew open and Sam saw Blade standing in front of her, bigger than life. Over his shoulder, she could see Luke and Reese standing behind him. The look on Blade’s face was fierce, almost lethal. Detective Adams had been quick, and was already on his feet with his gun drawn.
“Wait!” three female voices