Sensual Confessions - Brenda Jackson [94]
Blade nodded.
“Then I’m confident we’ll have the person responsible sooner rather than later. We don’t have the manpower or resources that he seems to have. With Maxwell’s help, we’ll have this lunatic behind bars before he can try anything else.”
Blade hoped so, too. He wouldn’t rest until the person who had tried to hurt his woman was captured.
He leaned back and looked down at Sam, and could tell she was still in a state of shock. “We’re leaving here tonight, Sam. I want you to go upstairs and grab some things. We’ll be gone for a few days, at least three to four.”
The police and bomb squad had already done a thorough sweep of her house to make sure that nothing had been tampered with and there had been no forced entry. But until the authorities talked to the FedEx driver, no one was taking any chances.
She glanced up at him, and the look Blade saw in her eyes nearly ripped his heart out. The fire was gone from her eyes. But he knew that eventually it would return and when it did it she would be mad as hell at the person responsible. Her temper would be out of control, and it would be the one time he wouldn’t mind seeing it.
“Do you need me to help you pack, sweetheart?” he asked softly.
She shook her head as she stepped out of his arms. “No, I can do it. I’ll be back in a few.”
He watched as she walked up the stairs.
Ignoring how badly her hands were shaking, Sam hurriedly went through several drawers in her bedroom, pulling out items and throwing them in the suitcase on her bed. Enough for three or four days, as Blade had said.
She paused for a moment to take a deep breath when reality hit hard once again. Someone had tried to blow her up. Someone truly wanted her dead. She actually felt weak in the knees knowing there was a person who hated her enough to want to end her life.
“Samari?”
She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, then turned around. Blade rarely called her Samari except when they were making love. “Yes?”
“Come here, baby.”
She quickly crossed the room and walked right into his open arms. “I promise you that we will get this guy,” he whispered.
She heard the conviction and the determination in his voice. “I know. But all this time I thought…I was really hoping that it was a bad joke. I never really thought that someone actually wanted to hurt me.”
She drew in a deep breath. Now she knew and she would never be caught off guard again.
“Luke, this is Blade.”
It took Blade a good fifteen minutes to tell his cousin what had happened. It would have taken less time if Mac, who’d been standing next to Luke, hadn’t kept interrupting by asking questions.
“Assure Mac that Sam’s okay, just shaken up a bit. We’re at one of those resort hotels in the mountains that have a cluster of chateau-style villas, and we’re staying put for a while. Alex is supposed to arrive in the morning and he’ll head straight to your place. I want you to bring him here, Luke. And you might want to check your rearview mirror periodically to make sure you aren’t being followed.”
Blade gave Luke the name of the resort and their villa number. “I don’t know what information Alex has for us, and other than contacting you, I haven’t made any other calls. The fewer people who know where we are the better. And have Mac clear Sam’s calendar, because she won’t be back in the office this week.”
Moments later he ended the call and placed the phone on the dresser. The resort was a pretty nice place if you needed somewhere to hide out, and until that lunatic was caught he intended to keep Sam right here. What nearly happened today had taken a good twenty years off his life.
He glanced up when he heard the bathroom door open. She had showered. They usually took showers together, but he’d needed to call Luke to apprise him of what had happened. Of course, both Luke and Mac were furious, but grateful Sam was okay.
Blade saw that she was wearing the bathrobe supplied by the hotel, and knew that she was naked underneath. Sex should have been the last thing on his mind but it wasn’t. He would always want