Free Deadly Obsession by Kris Norris Page A

her back, grazing his fingers across her shoulders and down her sides, probing the curve of her breasts. She tried to roll away, but only succeeded in exposing her right breast to him. “Who…”
    “Don’t play games with me. You know who I am.”
    Brooklyn shook her head, sobbing into the pillow. “Please…” She cried out as he moved down her hips, skimming his fingers across her buttocks.
    “You’re so pretty, Sarah. Your skin’s so soft and smooth. It’s like touching silk.” He trailed one finger down her crease. “Such a perfect little pucker. I can’t wait until you take me in here. It’s going to be so good.”
    “No, please.”
    He ignored her plea, moving lower. She heard him moan as he pulled back. “You smell so sweet. I bet you taste just as good.” He laughed. “I’ll find out soon enough.”
    He moved away. She could hear him rattling something on a tray. “We don’t have much time. I’ll tape on a new bandage, and then we’ll take a ride together. How does that sound?”
    “Who are you?” Oh God, she was fading. She could feel the edges of the fog getting closer, pulling her under. “Gage.”
    “Don’t worry. You won’t have to see him ever again. I’ll take care of you now. I’ll save you from the evil in the shadows. You don’t have to be afraid anymore, Sarah.” She felt him tape a new layer across her wound. “Now close your eyes. When you wake up, we’ll be home.”
    “Gage,” she breathed again, clinging to his image as the world shifted and darkened.
     
    * * * *
     
    Gage met Sam at the elevator, holding the doors open as his friend dashed inside.
    “Well that was a waste of an hour,” said Sam, straightening his jacket.
    “At least Emma got through the first version before breaking into hysterics,” replied Gage, pressing the number six on the panel. “And the few details she did remember backed Brooklyn’s story.” He glanced at Sam. “Until Brook’s ready to leave, I want one of us staying with her. I can’t shake this feeling that the creep isn’t ready to give her up just yet.”
    Sam nodded. “Damn good thing I brought you some clothes yesterday. Have you been home at all?”
    “I haven’t been home in over three weeks, you know that. I just keep a bunch of stuff in my truck, and go to the laundromat regularly.” He sighed at the thought. “But I guess I’ll need to drop by later, or at least tomorrow. I should make sure everything’s ready for when Brooklyn gets home. I don’t suspect she’ll be able to do too much for a while.”
    “Are you going to stay with her while she recovers?” asked Sam.
    “You’re joking, right? The tension between us is suffocating under the best of circumstances, and these aren’t them.” He shook his head, staring at the numbers flashing across the top of the elevator. “Brooklyn’s not the easiest person to keep calm. She’ll be like a caged bobcat if she has to take it easy for a while. I’m surprised she hasn’t asked to go for a jog yet.”
    Sam laughed. “Yeah, she is a bit on the stubborn side.” He elbowed Gage in the side. “But I thought that’s what you loved most about her?”
    “There’re lots of things I love about her.” He cursed as the machine shuddered to a halt. “I’ll get her a nurse, and drop by until she’s stronger.”
    “And then what? Take the papers over to her?”
    Gage looked over at Sam as he stepped out of the small cubical and headed down the hallway. “It’s what she wants.”
    “Don’t give me that crap! Did you think I wasn’t listening when Emma said Brooklyn didn’t want to sign off on the divorce? Even she didn’t hide the truth from you, and she’s been after Brooklyn to sign those papers for months.”
    “But she was going to, just the same.”
    “Yeah, because she thinks you don’t love her anymore. All it’d take is one move on your part, and this whole mess could be fixed.”
    “Jesus, Sam. Why are you so hell bent to get us back