Fatal Series 00 - Fatal Destiny

“What the hell were you doing out here anyway?”
    “Coming to see you.”
    Pulling back, he smiled down at her. “Is that so?”
    “Uh huh.”
    “Um, excuse me, Lieutenant Holland,” one of the officers said. “I understand you have a protective order in place against Mr. Gibson.”
    Without taking her eyes off Nick, she said, “That’s right. He’s supposed to stay at least a thousand feet from me and every member of my family.” She glanced at the officer. “Was he armed?”
    The officer nodded. “Nine millimeter.”
    Sam released a shaky breath. “Transport him to HQ, and if you could see to it that they delay the arraignment for about forty-eight hours, I’d be indebted to you.” She had no doubt Peter would post bail, but she and Nick would be long gone by then.
    “I’ll do what I can.”
    “Get Captain Malone involved. He’ll take care of it.”
    “Got it. Um, congratulations to you both.”
    “Thank you,” Sam said.
    Nick’s guy approached them. “Sorry he got close enough to get his hands on you, ma’am. I figured you’d want me to wait until he did something to get himself arrested. I had just called it in when you came out, and things happened pretty quickly.”
    “Thanks for the backup,” Sam said.
    Nick shook his hand. “Take the week off. We’ll be back next Sunday.”
    “Yes sir, Senator. Enjoy your wedding.”
    “We will. Thank you.” Nick put his arm around Sam and guided her up the ramp to their home. The minute they were inside, he pulled her into his arms and held on tight. “This could only happen to us,” he said after a long moment of silence. “Only we could have this kind of drama the night before our wedding.”
    “At least we’re never bored.”
    Grunting out a short laugh, he pressed his lips to her forehead. “There is that. So what did he say to you?”
    Sam wanted to forget the entire incident. If she never saw that son of a bitch again, it would be too soon. His last words would haunt her. This will never be over . She shuddered. “Doesn’t matter.”
    “Matters to me.”
    Reluctantly, Sam looked up at him. “He said I’m making a mistake marrying you. That you’ll never love me the way he does.”
    “Thank God for that.”
    Sam didn’t expect to laugh just then, but leave it to Nick.
    “Let’s go to bed,” he said. At the top of the stairs he held up a finger to tell her to wait a second while he looked in on Scotty. “Slept through the whole thing,” Nick whispered when he rejoined her.
    “Lock the door,” Sam said. “Just in case.”
    “Good idea.” Nick turned the lock on the door before he unzipped her sweatshirt and helped her out of the pajamas she’d worn to sleep with her sisters. After he stripped off the T-shirt and gym shorts he’d probably pulled on after his guy called about the altercation in the street he followed her into bed.
    Sam snuggled in close to him and released a long sigh. Nothing was better than this.
    With his hand cupping her face, he kissed her.
    She wound her arms around his neck and gave into the wave of desire that overtook her.
    His kiss was urgent and ravenous. After a long while, he broke the kiss and shifted his attention to her neck. “Why do people keep trying to take you away from me?”
    His softly spoken words went straight to her heart. “It’ll take much more than a lunatic with a nine millimeter to take me away from you.”
    He cupped her breast and teased her nipple with his tongue. “I was expecting you to be pissed that I had a guy watching him.”
    “I probably should be, but since he saved my ass tonight, I’ll give you a pass on this one.”
    Nick sucked her nipple into his mouth, and Sam cried out.
    “Shhh,” he said. “Don’t forget we’ve got company.”
    “If I have to be quiet, don’t do that.”
    He chuckled softly, and gave her other breast the same attention.
    Sam bit her lip to hold back the urge to cry out. He knew exactly what she liked best and never failed to give it to her. Running her fingers through his silky dark hair, she arched into him, begging for more. “I thought we were going to wait,” she said, breathless with wanting him.
    “It is our wedding day,” he reminded her, nodding to the bedside clock.
    “We’ll be a couple of wrecks at the wedding.”
    “No, we won’t,” he said, kissing his way to her lips. “We’re young and hardy, and we’ve survived sleepless nights before.”
    “True.” Sam wrapped her legs around his hips