Free Fatal Identity by Marie Force Page B

places,” Tracy said. “I’m so proud of her.”
    â€œWe all are. I’m going to grab a quick shower and change before I head back to the hospital. But first, let’s get my big boy up to bed.”
    They woke Scotty, who brightened at the sight of Sam. “How’s Dad?”
    â€œHe’s cranky about being in the hospital.”
    â€œThat’s good. That means he’s fine.”
    â€œI’m going to tuck you in and head back to be with him. Tracy will spend the night, okay?”
    â€œSure, you should be with him.”
    â€œI should be with both of you.”
    â€œUntil we clone you, that’s not possible.”
    â€œDear God,” Tracy said, shuddering dramatically, “do not clone her. One of her is more than enough.”
    â€œNo kidding,” Scotty said.
    â€œHey, I’m in the room,” Sam said, while hiding her pleasure at her son’s teasing. She much preferred that to the tears of the night before.
    He was still weak and droopy, so they helped him into pajamas and got him tucked into bed.
    â€œI’ll see you in the morning, buddy.”
    â€œWill Dad get to come home tomorrow?”
    â€œI fear for Harry’s safety if he doesn’t spring him.”
    â€œI hope he gets to come home.”
    Sam leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Me too. Get some sleep and don’t worry about anything. He’s fine.”
    His eyes closed. “It’s hard.”
    â€œWhat is?”
    â€œWhen you care more about someone else than you do about yourself. It’s hard when something happens to them.”
    Sam had to swallow the huge lump in her throat before she could reply. “Yes, it is.” She kissed him again and left him to sleep. After a quick shower and a change into yoga pants and a sweatshirt, she was on her way back to GW to spend the night with Nick.
    She sent Angela home to Spencer, who had gotten both kids into bed and raised the white flag on the day. He’d sent a hilarious selfie with a six-pack of beer sitting next to him on the sofa.
    â€œHe’s getting so lucky tonight,” Angela said after sharing his comical texts with Sam.
    â€œHe got lucky the day you said yes to him.”
    â€œRemember that night when I went to meet him? The night you met Nick for the first time?”
    â€œI remember that night like it was yesterday.”
    â€œFunny how that was such an important night for both of us. I think all the time about how Spence might’ve gotten away while I was busy mourning my relationship with Johnny the douche bag. And you having to put up with all that crap with Peter to get to what you have now with Nick...”
    â€œI don’t like to even think about him.”
    â€œHe’s been quiet lately.”
    â€œEver since his ‘suicide’ attempt you mean?” Sam made air quotes around the word suicide .
    â€œHe must’ve been so disappointed when you didn’t come running.”
    â€œWhatever. Those days are long over.”
    â€œBetter be,” Nick said.
    â€œHe is such an eavesdropper,” Angela said, laughing.
    Sam gave her a hug and sent her on her way. “You really are a terrible eavesdropper,” Sam said to Nick when they were alone.
    â€œCome here.”
    â€œI’m here.”
    â€œAll the way.” Without opening his eyes, he held out his arms to her, and she crawled into bed with him.
    â€œThere. Much better.”
    â€œYou do seem much better.”
    â€œI’m outta here in the morning. I don’t care what Harry says.”
    â€œYou’ll do what you’re told, which is what you always say to me when I’m in this place.”
    â€œHate when my own words come back to haunt me. How’s Scotty?”
    â€œFeeling much better and worried about you. He said it’s hard when you care about someone else more than you care about yourself.”
    â€œDid he now.” Nick sighed.