Caught Up (Indigo Vibe) by Deatri King Bey

Author:Deatri King Bey [Bey, Deatri King]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781585715138
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp
Published: 2006-02-06T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

It was done. Rosa used the remote control to turn off the television, then she balled up in a fetal position on the living room couch in a heap of tears. Her father was actually dead. It was all so senseless. He was young and full of life. He shouldn’t have died.

She reached across to the coffee table for the cordless phone, dialed the first six digits of Ernesto’s number and hung up, thinking it wasn’t fair to seek comfort from him. The phone fell from her hand and quietly thumped onto the plush carpet.

Piled on her sorrow was worry about Samson. She knew he’d grown close to David and would need comforting. In a way, they were both isolated from their families, thus needed each other.

The phone rang. “Hello,” she answered.

“I know it’s late, but I knew you’d be awake,” Samson said. “I’m sorry about earlier. I’m sorry about David. I’m sorry.”

Relief swept over her. She knew he was in a difficult position, and she should have been more understanding. She wiped the tears from her eyes. “How are you holding up?”

“Come to the door and see.”

Emotionally drained, she thought she’d heard wrong. “Excuse me?”

“I said come to the door and see.”

Cordless phone in hand, she padded out of the living room and peeked into the entry hallway at the frosted windows framing the front door. She would recognize Samson’s giant of a silhouette anywhere. She slid across the marble floor and opened the door.

Samson stood in the doorway with his arms outstretched. “We have to stop meeting like this.”

She hopped her bunny-slipper, rainbow pajama-wearing self into his arms. She’d never been so happy to see anyone in her life.

He carried her into the house and gently kicked the door closed. The moonlight streaming through the kitchen window provided the only light. “Which way?” he asked.

“Just go straight and turn left.” She rested her head on his shoulder and felt anchored for the first time in days.

Samson stepped into the living room. “I’m putting you to bed.” He turned and went down the other hallway. “Which door is it?”

“Last one on the left.” She gazed into his face, wondering if they had a chance. Ernesto wouldn’t protect himself, so she had to protect him. What would Samson do when he found out she’d been withholding vital information? She relaxed in his arms. She wasn’t ready to deal with the future. She needed to accept David’s death. “I’m glad you came.”

He set her on the bed. “I’m glad you allowed me in.” He knelt in front of her, took the slippers off her feet and set them under the edge of the bed, then rolled down the covers. “You’ve been through a lot these past few days. I know you’re exhausted.” He tucked her in.

“What are you planning on doing?” she asked. “Leaning on the bed all night?”

“If I have to.” He fingered the curls by her ear.

She scooted back and patted on the bed for him to lie beside her.

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