Pleasure Exchange (Avon Red) Part 18

Chapter 10

They were both quiet, lost in their own thoughts during the ride back to their condo complex. Sam took that time to reflect on the night's events and the emotions Cat had pulled from him. He cradled her hand in his, needing the physical contact at all times.

He parked his vehicle and turned in his seat. His heart galloped as he gazed at her. He couldn't let this night end.

Not yet. Not ever. He needed to be around her. To spend the night. To fall asleep locked in each other's embrace. He gently stroked her face, wanting to tell her how he felt but needing to hear her say it first.

"Nightcap" His voice was rough with emotions.

"Yes, my place." She said it quickly as though she'd been considering it for quite some time.

Moonlight spilled over their bodies as they crossed the parking lot. As they made their way to Cat's place, Sam spotting a movement near his condo. He stilled. "What the h.e.l.l is going on" he whispered.

Cat's body tensed. "I'm not sure. Someone is looking through your window."

Sam paused and watched a man rustle along the ground and peer in his window. From this distance and the insufficient light, he couldn't tell who it was but he had no doubt it was the same son of a b.i.t.c.h who had threatened Rio.

He fisted his hand, knowing he'd had enough already. It was time for him to do something about this a.s.shole once and for all. No more hiding or keeping his distance, like his Director had suggested. This was going to be dealt with here and now, despite the fact that it could very well make tomorrow's headlines. No one messed with those he cared about and got away with it.

Sam grabbed his cell phone and handed it to Cat. "Get inside, lock the door, and call the police. Ask for Detective Doyle. I'll check it out."

Cat grabbed him. "Sam, no."

He saw concern in her eyes. "I'll be careful."

Sam moved into the shadows and quietly crept toward the guy. As he drew near, recognition hit, but the man's ident.i.ty certainly didn't surprise him. It was none other than Eugene, the protestor who'd chased them into the alleyway.

In one hand Eugene fisted a crow bar, in the other he gripped some sort of bag. From the looks of things, it was obvious to Sam that the guy had every intention of kidnapping Rio.

Slowly, quietly, barely breathing, Sam snuck up behind him, hoping to catch Eugene off guard. Standing only inches from him he said, "Hey."

Eugene spun around, his eyes opened wide in surprise, but before he could get a word out, Sam punched him. His equipment flew from his grip and Sam kicked it away.

Hand cradling his eye, Eugene toppled like timber. "What the fu"

His words fell off when Sam took a step toward him.

Eugene scooted backwards and crouched against the brick wall, sinking into the shadows as Sam closed in on him. He held his palms up in a halting motion. "No. Don't."

Fisting his hands, Sam asked. "What the f.u.c.k do you think you're doing"

"It's not my fault," Eugene blurted out.

Clenching his jaw, Sam glared at him. "What the f.u.c.k are you talking about What do you mean it's not your fault"

Sam glanced around. "You're the only one I see here." Anger made his blood boil. Anger that this man had threatened someone he loved. "So help me G.o.d, if you ever lay a finger on Rio ..."

"That reporter put me up to it."

Sam's jaw clenched. "You lying son of a b.i.t.c.h. Why would any reporter do that"

"For the story."

Sam's nostrils flared. His hands shook. "What are you talking about" he bit out through gritted teeth.

Eugene covered his swollen eye and groaned. "That reporter needed the story for a promotion," he rushed out. "I don't know all the details."

Jesus Christ. Sam's stomach twisted as Kale's words of warning echoed in his head. "She's a reporter, Sam. She can't be trusted."

Sam took a step closer, unable to believe what he was hearing.

Eugene backpedaled, trying to save his own a.s.s, no doubt.

"I needed the money. I wasn't going to hurt the chimp."

The sound of footsteps behind him gained his attention.

He twisted around to see Cat standing there, cell phone in her hand.

Eyes wide, mouth open, her expression pained as she read the unanswered question in Sam's eyes. "Sam, it wasn't me."

He wanted to believe her, he really did, but Kale's words continued to haunt him. He felt a flash of doubt as he dredged up old fears and insecurities.

She stepped closer and reached out to him, her voice soft.

"Sam, I know how this looks to you but trust me, it was Eric Hawkins who put Eugene up to this."

Hawk Why would Hawk be on her story None of this made sense.

"I saw the two of them talking yesterday just before Eugene chased us. I didn't mention it because I didn't want to worry you more. You had enough on your mind already and I had planned to investigate and get to the bottom of it for you."

He looked into her honest, honey-flecked eyes and wanted to believe everything she was telling him, needed to believe everything she was telling him. The alternative was too painful to consider.

His gaze brushed across her face as he took a moment to mull things over. Was he really going to believe some a.s.shole protestor over Cat The only woman who'd ever stood by him, who went against her own best interests for his, and stepped up to the plate to help him complete his a.s.signment.

He berated himself for thinking she'd do this, but old fears and insecurities were still far too close to the surface, making him feel far too vulnerable.

"Ask him, Sam."

Sam spun back around.

Eugene pressed himself farther into the wall. "Yeah, yeah, it was that reporter, Hawk. He's the guy you want, not me."

Sam caught hold of Cat's hand and watched her face relax as he drew her under his arms. "Did you call the police"

She nodded. "They're on their way. I also called my boss and he's on his way to pay a visit to Eric Hawkins, to get to the bottom of this."

"I need to call my Director."

A short while later, after the police came and took Eugene to the station for questioning, Sam called and relayed the night's activities to his Director and then followed Cat back to her place. Armed with this new information, Director Smith planned on contacting the Board of Directors first thing in the morning to get the thumbs up for Sam to resume testing on the serum.

Once inside her condo, Cat turned to him and ran her fingers gently over his. Her eyes filled with tender concern. "Is your hand okay"

Sam squeezed his fingers. "It's fine."

Cat took his hand in hers for a closer examination. As she lightly stroked her fingers over his, his heart swelled. G.o.d, he was crazy about her. How could he have believed for a split second that she'd do something so devious Cat had integrity and character, and the way she stood by him warmed his soul.

"Go put some ice on it while I get changed. And while you're in the kitchen, pour us a drink. I could use it after that incident. There's a bottle of wine on the counter."

Sam dropped a soft kiss on her cheek and then made his

way to the kitchen. Ignoring the swelling in his hand, he found the wine and poured two gla.s.ses, hoping to meet her in the bedroom before she'd finished changing.

G.o.d, she'd only been out of his arms for a few minutes and he already missed her.

Just as he prepared to move down the hall, a letter on Cat's kitchen table drew his attention. As soon as he saw the words, the Daily Press, his heart pounded in his chest, his mouth went dry, and his bliss disappeared. Even though it was an invasion of her privacy, something compelled him to read the letter. He scanned the words once, then a second time, letting the reality of the situation sink in. A sick knot tightened his stomach. His blood ran cold, penetrating his bones.

A sound at the doorway drew his attention. He looked up to see Cat. His gaze flew to her face. G.o.d, how he longed for her. He watched her for a moment, his anger gaining momentum.

Her face tightened when he met her glance. Her lips thinned to a fine line, her eyes opened wide. She stood there, looking at him, gauging his reactions, knowing he'd read the letter from the Daily Press. She stared expectantly at him as though she was waiting for something, but for what, he didn't know.

Perhaps she was waiting for an offer to help her pack.

He shot her a sidelong glance and balled his fingers as his anger took hold. "How could you do this, Cat" His voice came out a little unstable, a little gruff.

Seemingly surprised by his reaction, her head jerked with a start. "Do what"

He c.o.c.ked his head and struck out at her. "So who really put Eugene up to the kidnapping" Wine sloshed over the side of his gla.s.s as he set it on the table. He grabbed the paper and held it up. "Who was the one looking for a promotion Obviously you and Hawk had to be working together. Was the plan to cozy up to me to get the story"

She reacted to the harshness in his voice. Eyes wide in astonishment, she shook her head and flinched at his harsh words. She tossed him a perplexed frown, a sadness in her eyes. "I told you it was Hawk." She seemed hurt. "I thought you believed that. I thought you trusted me."

Sam threaded his fingers through his hair, his eyebrows furrowed. "You want to talk about trust when all this time you were using me to get to bigger and better."

Pain and anger flashed in her eyes. "It's not true. I was there for you and I never once used you for personal gain.

I would think you would know that. At least I had hoped you'd know that after we'd been so intimate and shared in something so special."

He grabbed the letter and flung it at her. "Why didn't you tell me about this"

Her face softened. "Sam ..." She reached out to him. "It's not what you think. If you'd just give me a minute to explain."

Sam backed up, not able to handle her warm, gentle touch.

"I can't do this Cat, not again. Not ever again." Feeling suffocated, he had to get out of there, to get air. He couldn't stick around to listen to why she had to run away to bigger and better things. His stomach rolled. He bit back an ironic laugh.

f.u.c.k! He glanced at his watch and took a deep breath.

He gave an angry shake of his head. Angry with himself for letting this relationship move beyond physical when he knew he didn't have what it took to keep her around. He hastily pushed past Cat and made his way to the door.

"It's late. I have to go get Rio."

Her voice was low and urgent. "Sam, wait."

Her words stopped him. He twisted back around, wanting to lash out again. "What You need a lift to the airport"

She winced at his harshness. "I wanted you to see the letter." She sounded edgy, emotional.

Sam shook his head in disbelief. "This is the reason you invited me back here, instead of going to my place. You wanted me to see this" Christ, did she have some kind of cruel streak he didn't know about "I left the letter on the table for you to see. I wanted you to read it. I wanted you to ask me to stay." She stepped closer to him. "Don't you see I needed to know I was more than a lab rat to you."

His stomach churned. He touched her arm, his fingers idly stroking her f lesh. "I'd never do that, Cat. I'd never ask you to stay." With that he turned and walked out the door.

The look in his eyes before he left told her everything. She saw love, caring, and a little boy lost. Her heart swelled in her chest as tears pooled in her eyes.

Resisting the urge to go after him, she pulled in a breath and sorted through the events, taking a long time to reflect on Sam's childhood and insecurities. Understanding dawned in small increments. Understanding of where all that anger had come from, and why he had a hard time trusting her, why he'd lashed out at her.

It occurred to her that Sam had expected her to leave, just like everyone else in his life that he'd cared for and lost. Sam was too afraid to ask her to stay.

He might have just walked out on her but his reaction proved one thing. She was more than a lab rat to him. Otherwise the job offer wouldn't have mattered.

Cat glanced out her window to see Sam climb into his Jeep.

Tears flowed down her cheeks as everything in her reached out to him. As hard as it was, she had to let him go.

Palms f lat on the window, she watched him peel out of the parking lot, knowing he needed time to battle old ghosts, to find a way to heal, to find the courage to trust her.

And to find a way to come back on his own.