the other. She gasped, relief spreading through her like syrupy sweet jelly over hot biscuits.
Jumping up, she ran to him. The dark sky exploded with lightning, the clouds bursting with rain. Nick wrapped his arm around Addy, holding the box behind her back as he pulled her close.
'Oh, Nick, I've been so worried!' Burying her face against his shoulder, she clung to him, whispering his name over and over again.
'I'm fine, Red.' He didn't want her to see the contents of the box, but he knew he couldn't protect her from them. She would demand to see what lay inside and he had no right to refuse. She needed to know what type of lunatic they were dealing with and understand that they didn't dare narrow their list of suspects down to Gerald Carlton.
Nick pulled her with him into the kitchen, dropping the box on the countertop, then jerking Addy's trembling body against the solid strength of his own. He stroked her neck, her back, her hips, his big hand moving up and down slowly, caressingly. He threaded his fingers into her hair, pulling free the long titian strands from the thick bun.
She looked at him and knew that she loved him.
'Addy?' He had never seen an expression so serene on a woman's face. It was as if Addy had discovered some wondrous truth that erased all her pain and anger and fear.
'I was afraid
'No bomb. Just pictures, and newspaper photos and articles.' He circled her neck with his hand, soothing her damp flesh with the pad of his thumb. 'You're not going to want to see those things, Red, so why don't you just let me tell you what they are.'
She stared deeply into his dark eyes which were filled with tenderness and concern. 'The package is from
'Yeah.' Nick glided his thumb up and under Addy's chin. Right now he wanted to ease her fears, to caress her, to love her and keep her safe. 'The guy's trying to play mind games with us, Red. Remember that. If he gets to you, then he's succeeded in what he set out to do.'
'Let me have the box, Nick.' She pulled away from him, turning toward the counter.
He released her, knowing that all he could do was stand by and watch her confront her past. 'I'll have to call Rusty. He needs to know.'
Addy's hand hovered over the box. Touching the lid, her fingers trembled. With haste born of fear, she slipped opened the box and stared at the contents. Nestled inside like brittle, golden autumn leaves, the old newspaper clippings lay scattered, mixed with snapshots of her brother. She reached out, but her fingers refused to cooperate. She couldn't touch the items. Tight, choking tears swelled in her chest and burned in her throat.
Nick stood behind her, his big, hard body a source of warmth and comfort. Slipping one arm around her waist, he whispered, 'You don't have to do this.'
A strangled cry escaped her throat. She balled her hands into snug fists. 'This is going to kill Daddy. He never talks about Donnie. Never!'
Forging ahead with all the inner strength she could muster, Addy picked up a photograph of Donnie, dressed in his cowboy outfit and sitting atop his pony. Tears gathered in Addy's eyes. She blinked them away.
'Who would have access to pictures of your brother?' Nick asked.
It took Addy a couple of minutes to understand his question. 'Oh, Lord, I don't know. Servants, friends, relatives. Anyone who's ever been at the house. Daddy boxed away all the old pictures years ago, but he kept them in the storage areas above the garage. He even kept all of Donnie's clothes—and all of Mama's things, too.'
'That narrows down the suspects somewhat, but still leaves all the major ones. Gerald. Ron. Brett.'
Addy picked up a fragile newspaper clipping. The headlines jumped out at her. It was the story of Donnie's murder. A photograph of his lifeless little body accompanied the article. 'Oh, God, we can't show these to Daddy!' She handled each article, each picture of her brother, her father, her mother and herself. Her parents' grief-stricken faces had been captured by some over-zealous photographer at Donnie's funeral. Stories of her mother's suicide four years later had made front page news.
The sour, sick feeling began in her stomach. Torturous pounding began in her temples. She swayed slightly and might have lost her balance had it not been for Nick's strong hold about her waist.
Suddenly she pulled away from him, running, running. She made it to the downstairs powder room a split second before her stomach emptied itself. Nick caught up with her in the powder room where she'd knelt on her knees in front of the commode. He grabbed a hand towel, wet it with cool water and bent by her side, laying his cane on the floor as he wiped perspiration from her pale face.
'It's okay, Red. I've seen grown men in the middle of battle react far worse.' With tenderness and compassion, he cleaned her face and pushed back loose strands of damp, clinging hair.
'I don't want to relive those days.' She accepted Nick's help as he eased her up and onto her feet.
'The person who sent the clippings and pictures knows that. He's counting on your pain and fear as well as Rusty's to get him what he wants.'
'Was there a note?' She didn't hesitate to cling, to snuggle, to seek comfort in Nick's arms.
He held her, longing for the power to solve Addy's problems and ease her pain and sorrow. 'Yes. I left it in the den.'
'What did it say?'
'The same old stuff about bidding on the NASP contract.'
'Daddy has to know.' She laid her head on Nick's shoulder, closing her eyes, willing herself to be strong and brave. Her father would need her strength. 'If only there were some way to keep Daddy from seeing the articles, the pictures of Donnie and Mama.'
'Rusty is going to be able to handle all this old grief a lot easier than he's going to be able to deal with the continued threat on your life.' Nick tightened his hold on her, silently cursing the demon whose sick mind was putting Addy in danger. He would not let anyone harm her. No matter what it took, he was going to keep her safe.
'What more can Daddy do? I'm under constant surveillance. You're with me night and day.' She thanked the dear Lord in heaven for Nick. All the resentment, the distrust, the uncertainty vanished. Maybe she was a fool. She didn't know. She was certain of only one thing. She was falling in love with Nick Romero.
'Rusty can let me take you away from here. Out of Huntsville to some place no one knows about … where no one can find us.' Nick had made that suggestion to Rusty a week ago. He'd told Nick that Addy would never agree. But now, the threat to her life had escalated. Things had changed. With or without her agreement, Addy would soon be going into hiding. He'd convince Rusty that it was the only foolproof way to keep her safe.
'I don't want to leave Huntsville, to run like some scared—'
Nick silenced her by placing his hand over her mouth. She glared up at him, her green eyes vivid with surprise. 'You'll do whatever I tell you to do, woman. Understand?'
Addy nodded in agreement, remaining silent when Nick removed his hand. There was no point in arguing for the sake of arguing. Nick's background made him far more of an expert than either she or her father. If Nick said they had to go into hiding, then she'd go.
'You're awfully quiet, Red. Just what's going on in that sharp little brain of yours?'
'I was thinking how lucky I am to have you as my own personal bodyguard.'
He stared at her, knowing there was more to her statement than met the eye. Strong emotions vibrated in the air, a pulsating tension between the two of them. She looked at him, her feelings written plainly on her face. Addy McConnell had fallen for him. It was what he'd wanted, wasn't it, for her to care enough to let him be her lover? Becoming Addy's lover could get complicated. Once he'd had her, would he ever be able to let her go?
'Well, I'll be damned,' Nick said.
'We both may be damned,' Addy said. 'But I'm willing to take the risk.'
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Nick opened the door and stepped back, avoiding a collision with Rusty McConnell. Addy's father barreled into the foyer like an out-of-control steamroller.
'Where is she?' A splattering of sweat dotted Rusty's ruddy cheeks. His deep baritone voice trembled with
