Page 2 of Defending Love

Chapter One

Marsha Sinclair

Autumn, the following year

M y husband, Derek, was doing well considering that only a year ago, he’d scared us all with two heart attacks. My smile grew as I scooted into the back seat of our sedan. Derek’s grin met mine as he entered from the other side.

He reached for my hand. “After lunch I’m playing nine holes with Mick.”

While I enjoyed our time together after being married for nearly forty years, I was even happier to see Derek out and about, doing the things he enjoyed. “That’s fine. Tonight is euchre with the Davidsons, so try to be home by five thirty.”

Jack, our current bodyguard from Guardian Security turned back from the driver’s seat with a nod. “To Lighthouse.”

We both nodded.

Lighthouse Pointe Bar and Grille, on the shore of Lake Weir, was one of our favorite lunch spots. After Derek’s health troubles, we’d been told to avoid seafood due to the high sodium. His recent improved checkup brought some of our favorite foods back onto our menu.

As tall palm trees passed by the windows, my thoughts teetered between what I’d order to eat and the snacks I would serve during tonight’s card game. It was our turn to host, and I was certain our guests would be happy that Derek’s improved health would allow for more indulgent delicacies.

“Traffic is heavier than expected,” Jack announced.

A peek out the window shield revealed a trail of illuminated taillights.

“I wonder what the holdup could be,” Derek said. “What?” My husband’s attention turned to the side window.

I didn’t see the man until Derek hit the button to lower the pane.

What I noticed first was a cardboard sign held by an elderly man. “You’re Derek Sinclair?”

My flesh prickled with a sudden chill. “Who’s asking?”

He leaned closer, dark eyes piercing and his dirty graying hair disheveled, as he confirmed, “Sinclair Pharmaceuticals?”

The encounter lasted only seconds. Jack turned from the front seat to see what was happening.

“I am,” Derek replied.

The cardboard sign lowered. A reflection of sunlight shimmered on the barrel of the gun.

It was the realization that occurred milliseconds before the popping sound.

Derek flew backward toward me. Pain came seconds after the sight of blood on my blouse.

The last thing I remembered was Jack opening his car door.

My world went black.