Fatal Series 01 - Fatal Affair

you think,” Sam said as they crossed the 14th Street Bridge on the way back to Capitol Hill.
    “I was told to be quiet.”
    “I don’t want to fight with you, Nick. That’s the last thing I need right now.”
    “I don’t want that, either. But you’re asking a lot expecting me not to worry about you. He tried to blow you up .”
    “We’re both kind of raw today,” she said, reaching for his hand. “I really do want your impression of Noel.”
    “So you value my opinion?”
    “Yes!”
    Laughing, he curled his fingers around hers.
    Right away, Sam felt better.
    “He didn’t do it,” Nick said, “but he’s not a hundred percent certain that she didn’t.”
    “My thoughts exactly.”
    “I still say she’s the one. She wanted John, he rejected her and she’s never gotten over that.”
    “So why now? What sent her over the edge?”
    “Maybe she didn’t want to see him get the big win with the immigration bill.”
    “Why would she care about that? I keep coming back to that, to the timing of it all on the eve of that vote. Why then? ”
    “I can’t see how the bill would have any impact whatsoever on Natalie,” Nick said.
    “Maybe the bill has nothing at all to do with his murder.”
    “I find that hard to believe.”
    “Yeah,” Sam said, staring out the window. “Me, too.”

Chapter 28
    Sam tossed and turned. She dreamed about Peter, Quentin Johnson and Natalie Jordan, and for once she actually remembered the dreams when she awoke with a start, her heart racing. Glancing at the bedside clock, she saw it was just after three and realized Nick wasn’t in bed with her. Her eyes darted around the dark room and found him standing at the window, the glow of a street light illuminating his tall frame.
    Taking a moment to appreciate his muscular back, she remembered him telling her he loved her and was filled with a warm feeling of contentment and safety that was all new to her. Then she remembered arguing with him over Noel and Natalie, and her stomach took a sickening dip. The soaring highs and crushing lows were just one reason why she’d stayed away from men since she broke up with Peter, who never would’ve been as civil as Nick had been during a fight. Even though they’d disagreed, Sam didn’t doubt for a minute that he loved her. That made him as different from Peter as a man could get.
    She got up and went to Nick. Slipping her arms around him from behind, she pressed her lips to his back. “What’re you doing up?”
    He rested his hands over hers. “Couldn’t sleep.”
    “He’s not stupid enough to come back here. By now he knows we’re looking for him.”
    “I think I could kill him if I got my hands on him. I really think I could. Not just because of the bombs, but all those years ago, too. All the years we could’ve had.”
    “He’s not worth losing sleep over, Nick.” She turned him so he faced her and shivered with desire when he ran his hands over her while looking down at her with hot, needy eyes. Looping her arms around his neck, she gasped when he lifted her and carried her back to bed. “I thought you were mad with me.”
    “I am,” he said in an unconvincing tone as he snuggled her against him and pulled the comforter up around them. “Try to get some sleep.”
    She dragged a lazy finger from his chest to his belly and smiled when he trembled under her touch.
    “ Sleep , Samantha.”
    “What if I don’t want to, Nick?” she asked, curling her hand around his erection.
    “I’m sleeping,” he said with an exaggerated yawn. “And I’m mad with you.”
    Laughing, she clamped her teeth down on his nipple.
    “ Ow! That hurt!”
    “But you’re not asleep anymore,” she said with a victorious smile as she raised herself up to plant wet kisses on his belly while continuing to stroke him.
    His fingers combed through her hair. “You’re going to be tired again tomorrow.”
    “Then I’d better make it count.” She straddled him and teased him by sliding her wet heat over his hard length, her nails lightly scoring his chest.
    He arched his back, seeking her.
    “Maybe you’re right,” she said, stopping. “We should get some sleep.”
    Growling, he surged up and entered her with a hard thrust that took her breath away.
    “Mmm,” she sighed, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back in bliss. “All right, if you insist.”
    “I insist. Sleep is highly overrated.” He brought her down to him and fused his lips to hers, his tongue