Fatal Series 00 - Fatal Destiny

“I’m sorry you let it get to that point. I wish you’d told me.”
    She combed her fingers through his hair. “I know I should have. But to be honest, I was afraid you’d charm me out of it.”
    “I might’ve tried.”
    “I want so badly to give you a family, Nick.”
    “A family doesn’t necessarily mean a baby.”
    “What do you mean?”
    He raised his eyes to meet hers, and the vulnerability she saw on his face touched her deeply. “I’ve been thinking… about Scotty.”
    “So have I.”
    “Really?”
    She nodded. “You’re spending a lot of time driving back and forth to Richmond.”
    Shrugging, Nick said, “I don’t mind. I love being with him.”
    “I do too. He’s such a sweet kid.”
    “I love how grateful he is for even the smallest kindness. He reminds me…”
    “He reminds you of yourself, doesn’t he?”
    Nodding, he said, “I know what it’s like to be alone in the world. Even though I had my grandmother, she didn’t want me around. I always knew that.”
    Sam’s heart ached imagining Nick as a lonely little boy. “We could do so much for him.”
    Nick took her hand and linked their fingers. “I think about that all the time. I can’t explain it, but the moment I met him I felt like I knew him.”
    “What’re we going to do about that?”
    “I have no idea. We barely have time for each other. Just because I’d love to swoop in and change his life, we have to be realistic. He could end up lonelier with us than he is now.”
    “That wouldn’t happen.”
    “How do you know?”
    “Because he wouldn’t have just us. He’d have my dad and Celia and Ang and Spence and Jack and Tracy and Mike and their kids. Then there’re the O’Connors, your dad, his family. He’d be surrounded by our entire village.”
    Nick sat up a little straighter. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
    “I’m saying we should absolutely talk about it and be sure we’d be doing the right thing for all of us.”
    “Once again, you surprise me, Samantha.”
    She laughed. “Because I’m thinking the same thing you are? Why is that so surprising?”
    “I was pretty sure you wouldn’t be all that into the idea.”
    “From the first time I saw you with him, I knew he was going to be a part of us. I didn’t know how or what or when, but I could see that you love him.”
    Nick reached out to caress her face and leaned in to kiss her. “Thank you for understanding.”
    “We’ll do something about it.” She leaned into his embrace. “After the wedding. We’ll do something.”
    “Ready to get out?”
    “If we have to.”
    “It’s getting late.” He got out first and reached for towels, wrapping one around his waist and holding the other for her. As he draped it around her, he brought her in close to him and held her for a long time.
    “Thanks for staying home tonight,” she said.
    “My pleasure.”
    Smiling up at him, Sam ran her hands over his muscular chest. “Speaking of your pleasure…”
    His cell phone rang in the bedroom, drawing a tortured groan from him. “That’s Christina.”
    “How do you know?”
    “She programmed in a special ring tone so I’d know it was her.”
    Laughing, Sam said, “That’s clever of her. I should do that too.”
    “You don’t need it.” He kissed her nose and then her lips. “I always take your calls. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”
    “I’ll be here.” Sam toweled off, combed her hair and brushed her teeth before she ventured into the bedroom and helped herself to one of Nick’s T-shirts. She grabbed her own phone and got in bed while Nick paced the room discussing the next day’s campaign stops with Christina.
    Sam took advantage of him being occupied to text Harry: I told him, so quit looking at me that way . Smiling, she pressed send and awaited his reply.
    Predictably, he fired right back. What way am I looking at you?
    The make-me-feel-guilty way.
    Don’t blame me for your guilty conscience. What’d he say?
    All the right things. As usual.
    Good.
    Sam was so glad Nick had friends like Harry to help fill the terrible void John O’Connor’s death had left in his life.
    Any ill effects from the shot?
    Just a bruise the wedding planner is freaking about. Thanks for helping me out .
    Any time. Get some sleep. Nothing worse than a bride with suitcases under her eyes .
    Very funny. See you Friday .
    Can’t wait.
    “What’s got you all smiles?” Nick asked as he got in bed.
    “Your buddy Harry.