Page 18 of Sam to the Rescue

“Hell, no. Are you out of your mind?” Water runs and I make my exit correspond with theirs.

The stranger, a bald guy with a round, dark beard hangs back while the fat counter man gets in my face. “What the fuck were you doing in there?”

I shrug as if I occupy the wrong gender room all the time. “It’s a hell of a lot cleaner. And I don’t see a whole lot of bitches around. Do you?”

“Just don’t do it again.”

“Whatever. I’m out of here.” Staying in character, I shake my head, mutter something about assholes in charge.

A brawl is the last thing I need but a guy with anger issues would want to set the record straight. Leaning against the wall, I wait on the sidewalk, half-expecting them to follow or the burqa woman to appear out of thin air.

After a few minutes of quiet, I amble home, deep in thought. Some cleaning supplies, a gun club, and a couple of thugs. And what did they mean byinvite me to join? Thanks to my wife, I’m already a member of the creepy circus shooting range.

I’m still pondering as I pass by Joey’s shut door, walk up the stairs, and pull on the rope outside Rose’s bedroom door to lower my stairs.

In our attic kitchen, Sam looks up from her laptop. “Did you see the barrels?”

“Afraid not. They moved them. Did you drop off the samples at the FBI?” Leaning over, I lift my son out of his high chair and place him on my hip.

She shoots her men a smile, then stands for a family hug. “I left it with Colin O’Brien. He also said a spot is opening up in his dojo.

The sexy image of my wife as a black belt does all sorts of things to my insides. “You show me your moves, I’ll show you mine.”

“Da-da-da-da-da-dee.” My babbling, drooling son pinches my nose and I sigh. Nope. My days of fucking my wife for hours on end are a thing of the past.

The black centers of my wife’s brown eyes tell me she’s thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’ so I kiss her so thoroughly, she’ll still be hungry when the little guy passes out tonight.

With sex on hold, I jiggle the baby and sigh. “How about I take Mikey here for a walk and check in with Joey. I’ll meet you back here, later.”

“After-dinner-S-E-X?”

“You don’t’ have to spell it out, sugar. He can’t possibly understand the word s-”

Fast as lightning, her hand covers my mouth. “Don’t you dare. You’ll scar him for life.”

Chapter 10

Sam

Spooned in Suds’ warm, naked body, I wake disoriented, wondering what happened to our loft’s big industrial windows. It’s not until my angel sings in the other room, I remember we moved. My next huge milestones are a private entrance and the day my son says momma.

Life is good.

My husband moans in his sleep, the squiggly green lines in his brain monitor go wild, and as I trip in tangled sheets, I write my obituary.She tempted the devil before breakfast.

Similar to how carrying an umbrella prevents a deluge, me watching the waveforms makes them calm. Damn, I need to find out what triggered his latest episodes and insist my stubborn tough guy attend some kind of therapy.

Determined to put the day back on track, I feed Mikey and we play. Around mid-morning Suds wakes and joins me on the floor in the living room. “Hey sugar, reporting for daddy duty.”

Our lips meet in a heated kiss and my body responds. “Mmmm,”

“Love you, sugar.” His brown eyes meet mine, the centers wide as I slip my hand high on his thigh.

When I squeeze, he chuckles. “Maybe we can find some alone time, later? Start-your-week-right-sex?”

“Da-da-da.” On his back, my tiny traitor kicks his feet.

Laughing at the antics, I kiss them both. “While I’m gone, I want you to teach him the ‘M’ sound.”