Peggy Sue Got Murdered by Tess Gerritsen

Author:Tess Gerritsen [Gerritsen, Tess]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2012-09-18T12:00:07+00:00

It was after midnight when they finally pulled into Adam's driveway. They'd spent two hours in the ER getting their cuts and bruises tended to, two more hours in the Bellemeade police station, answering questions. Now they were both on the far side of exhausted. They barely managed to stumble out of the car and up the front steps.

Thomas was waiting at the door to greet them. "Good heavens, Mr. Q.!" he gasped, staring in horror at Adam's torn suit. "Not another brawl?"

"No. Just a bomb this time." He raised his hand to cut off Thomas's questions."I'll tell you all about it in the morning. In the meantime, let's get Dr. Novak to bed. She's staying the night."

"Would that be, er…" Thomas paused delicately. "In the guest room?"

The question hung unanswered, like a suggestive perfume.

Adam looked down at M. J. and saw her dazed expression. He realized that she was poised on the edge of collapse, and more vulnerable than he'd ever seen her. Tonight is not the night, he thought. Not if I care about her. Which I do.

"The guest room will be fine," he said to Thomas.

Thomas nodded, utterly unruffled. "I'll prepare the room," he said, and went up ahead of them.

Slowly Adam guided M. J. up the stairs. Her body felt so small, so fragile under his arm. It was a word he'd never thought would apply to M. J. Novak—fragile. But that's how she felt to him that night, climbing each step as though it were an impossible hurdle. Perhaps the blast had done more damage than he'd realized. This wasn't the M. J. he knew, the woman whose courage he'd held in awe. This was a woman who needed him.

He pulled her closer, felt those old masculine instincts stir to life. Not just desire—that had always been there—but something new. Protectiveness.

He helped her up the last step, and down the hall. By the time they reached the south guest room, Thomas had already turned down the covers, placed fresh towels on the dresser, and closed the drapes. "I'll see to your room now, Mr. Q.," said Thomas, and discreetly withdrew.

"Come. Into bed with you," said Adam. He sat her on the covers, knelt down to take off her shoes.

"I'm such a mess," she murmured, staring down at her clothes.

"We'll clean these in the morning. Right now, you need some sleep. Can I help you off with your clothes?"

She looked up at him with a faint expression of amusement.

He smiled. "Believe me, my intentions are purely honorable."

"Nevertheless," she said, "I think I'll manage on my own."

So the old M. J.'s still in there, he thought, meeting her quiet gaze. Even a bomb blast can't kill that spirit.

He sat down beside her on the bed. "It's gone too far," he said. "Doing your job is one thing, M. J. And I admire your persistence, I really do. But now it's turned ugly. This time you were fortunate. But next time…" He stopped, unwilling to finish the thought.

She looked at him, her eyes wide and bright with the threat of tears.

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