Fatal Series 00 - Fatal Destiny

having it all, Samantha. I’ve never wanted anything more than to have you as my wife. Please don’t take this on. Not this week.”
    “You’re not being fair. This is my job .”
    “This time it’s personal, and you know it.”
    “Because of Jeannie.”
    “That and your dad and a lot of other things.”
    “You can’t make a habit of this.”
    “I won’t.”
    While the cop in her wanted to rant and rage, the fiancée understood him well enough to know he wouldn’t make a habit of it. “All right.”
    “All right what?”
    “All right, I won’t go after Gardner for the rape. Not this week.”
    “Thank you.”
    “Now can we go to bed?”
    He stood, helped her up and drew her in tight against him. “So close, Samantha.”
    Resting her head against his chest, she closed her eyes. The image of Gardner pressing the gun to Nick’s head made her shudder. She would get him. Maybe not the way she’d planned to. But she would get him.
     
    Sam was strapping on her shoulder harness and turning up her nose at the oatmeal Nick had made for breakfast when her phone rang. She took the call from her stepmother. “Hey, Celia, what’s up?”
    “Are you coming by on your way out this morning?”
    “I was planning to. Why?”
    “I don’t want to worry you, but your dad has seemed a little… off this week.”
    Sam was immediately on alert. “How so?”
    “Quiet and kind of morose. I can’t seem to cajole him out of it. He was just to the doctor yesterday, so I know it’s nothing physical.”
    Celia sounded dejected, which wasn’t at all like her.
    “I was hoping you might talk to him,” Celia added.
    “I’ll be right over.”
    “Thanks, Sam. I know you’re so busy this week—”
    “I’m never too busy for him. Or you.”
    “That’s sweet of you, honey. I’ll see you soon.”
    “What’s up?” Nick asked after she ended the call.
    “Not sure. Celia says my dad is in a funk.”
    “When you think about it, it’s amazing he’s not in a funk more often.”
    “True.” Sam downed the last half of a glass of orange juice, wishing it was a diet cola. “I’m going to head over there and see what’s up.”
    “Want me to go with you?”
    She bent to kiss him. “No need, but thanks for offering.”
    Nick raised a hand to her face and kissed her more intently. “Four more days.”
    She leaned her forehead against his. “Mmm. Five more days until beach and sun.”
    “Can’t wait. Let me know what’s up with your dad.”
    “I will.”
    “Be careful out there today, Samantha.”
    “Always am.”
    Sam walked to her father’s house with a growing sense of dread. Since he was shot more than two years ago, Skip had done such an amazing job of staying upbeat and positive despite having every reason to not be either. His attitude had gone a long way toward helping those who loved him to accept his new reality.
    She had feared the day might come when he just couldn’t stay positive anymore. And like Nick had said it was amazing it hadn’t happened sooner. “Not this week, Skippy,” she whispered as she took the ramp to her father’s front door. “Please not this week.”
    Inside, she found Celia waiting for her in the living room and gave her stepmother a quick hug.
    “Look,” Celia whispered, gesturing to the kitchen where Skip sat in his chair with the Washington Post loaded into his reading device—just like every other morning. However, rather than peruse the paper the way he normally did, Skip stared out the window. “He’s been like that for a couple of days now. No interest in anything.”
    “I’ll talk to him.”
    “Thanks, Sam. If anyone can snap him out of it, you can.”
    Sam swallowed hard. No pressure or anything. “I’ll do my best.” She patted Celia’s arm and went to the kitchen.
    “Hey, Skippy.” She dropped a kiss on his freshly shaven cheek. “How goes it?”
    “Oh, hey. Where’d you come from?”
    “Three doors down the street.”
    That earned her a weak smile. “How are things at wedding central?”
    “Not too bad.” Sam helped herself to a bottle of water from the fridge and cracked it open. “Shelby is doing a good job of keeping the madness far, far away from us.”
    “Earning her keep anyway.”
    Sam sat at the table. “For what Nick is paying her, it’s the least she can do.” She studied him for a moment and noticed he looked tired and wan. A stab of fear caught her off guard. While she’d always known it would’ve been so much better