Fatal Series 01 - Fatal Affair

a grin that melted her bones. “So, you became a cop to please him, too.”
    “Huh?” she asked, captivated by his hazel eyes.
    “Your father.”
    “Oh. Right. At first that’s what it was about. I won’t deny that. But I discovered I have a knack for it—or I thought I did until recently.”
    “You do. You can’t let one incident shake your confidence or your faith in yourself.”
    “You sound like the department shrink,” she said with a chuckle. “And while I know you’re both right, there’s something about a dead kid that shakes you to the core even when you know you did everything right.” Sam fixated on a spot on the wall as the horror of it all came back to haunt her once again. She’d never forget the sound of Marquis Johnson’s agonized shrieks after his son was hit by gunfire.
    “What happened that night?”
    The sick weight of it settled over her and turned a stomach so recently satisfied by food. She’d had a hard time choking down anything for weeks after the incident. “I’m not supposed to talk about it. I have to testify at the probable cause hearing next week.”
    Under the table, he took her hand, linked his fingers through hers and resisted her efforts to break free. “Stop,” he said softly. “Just stop, will you?”
    “Someone might see,” she hissed.
    “No one’s looking at us, and the tablecloth hides a world of sin. There’s nothing quite like a good tablecloth.”
    Sam gently extricated her hand and folded her arms while pretending not to notice the wounded look that crossed his face. “I’ll bet you’ve done your share of public sinning.”
    “I’ll never tell,” he said, his lips quirking with amusement. “Is it so difficult for you?”
    “What?”
    “Sharing the burden.”
    “It’s impossible,” she confessed. “My inadequacy in that regard has caused me some major problems in my life.”
    “What kind of problems?”
    “The marriage kind for one.” She wished for something else to drink since her mouth was suddenly as dry as the desert. Glancing at Nick, she found him watching her with the patience of a man who had nothing but time. She reached for his half-empty glass of beer and took a long drink.
    “Why’d you get divorced?”
    Sam mulled it over, wondering if she should have this conversation with a man she was wildly attracted to but who was off limits to her. After a long pause, she decided what the hell? Why not? “My ex-husband claimed I didn’t need him.”
    “And did you?”
    “No,” she snorted. “He turned out to be a total loser.”
    “Since he failed to deliver a couple of critically important messages, I’d have to agree with you there.”
    “I made such a big mistake with him,” she sighed. “I didn’t see him for what he really was until it was too late. I didn’t listen to people who tried to warn me.”
    Nick straightened out of the slouch he’d slipped into. “Was he… I mean… He didn’t hit you, did he?”
    “No, but it almost would’ve been easier if he had. At least I could’ve fought back against that. His thing was passive aggression. He wanted total control over me. I let it go on for far longer than I should have because I didn’t want to admit I’d been so incredibly wrong. Damned foolish Irish pride.”
    Despite her resistance, Nick moved closer. “I want to wrap my arms around you right now,” he said gruffly against her ear, his warm breath sending goose bumps darting through her. “I hate the idea of someone making you feel inadequate.”
    “I let him,” Sam said, the pillars of her resistance toppling like Dominoes. She wanted Nick’s arms around her, wanted to lean her head on that strong, capable shoulder. For the first time in longer than she could remember, she wanted the comfort he offered. No, she needed it. What should have been terrifying was actually rather exhilarating. “Can we go?”
    “Sure.” He put some bills on the table, got up and offered her his hand.
    “We’ve left the safety of the tablecloth,” she reminded him as she stepped around his outstretched arm on her way to the door.
    Grinning, he followed her out.
    Heads bent against the blustery cold, they walked a block to where they’d parked her department vehicle. An odd chill that had nothing to do with the cold ran up her spine as she unlocked the door on the dark street. Glancing around, she expected to find someone watching her, but saw no one. Just her overactive imagination, she thought, as she