to Brant that’s what you’d say,” he said of John Brantley Junior, the lead agent on his detail. “You carry a gun and can protect yourself if need be. Scotty and I have Secret Service details. But what about Brooke and Abby and Ethan and Jack and Ella? What about my dad’s little boys? Who will protect them if we don’t keep them safe somewhere until we figure this out?”
“So we’re all stuck here for God knows how long?”
“Hopefully, it won’t be for too long.”
“But you don’t know that.” Sam got out of bed and pulled on a T-shirt that she’d found in a dresser full of clothes in her size. This whole thing was weird on so many levels. “I can’t stay here indefinitely. I have a new case and people depending on me.”
“I’m depending on you, and I’d like to keep you alive.”
“I can take care of myself, Nick. Let me out of here so I can help figure out who’s threatening us.”
“No.”
She stopped pacing and stared at him, incredulous. “No? That’s it? Just no?”
“Just no. And before you can turn this into me abusing my so-called power, this is not coming from me. It’s coming from the FBI and the Secret Service. The director of the Secret Service came right out and said this is the only way they can guarantee my family will be safe until we know what we’re dealing with.”
“You can’t keep me here! I’ll lose my mind! Is that what you want?”
“I want you alive, Samantha. That’s all I want.”
“I’m in Jeannie’s wedding next week. What do I do about that? She needs me right now, Nick. She’s fragile. You know she is.”
“She has her family and Michael and the rest of your squad propping her up. She’ll be fine, and hopefully, this will be over in time for the wedding.”
“Hopefully? If it takes longer than one more day, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
He got up and went to her, taking her by the hand to lead her back to bed.
She went with him, but not as willingly as she usually did.
“I know this is awful,” he said in the tone he used when she needed soothing. “It’s awful for me too. You wouldn’t have wanted to see me when I heard about this threat while I was in fucking Iran. I know what it’s like to be out of your mind, because I’ve already been there over this.” As he spoke, he ran his fingers through her hair. “The thing I hate most about this job is that I can’t protect you and Scotty from people who’d harm you because of me. That’s a hard thing for me to live with.”
“I don’t like when you tell me no.”
“How often do I do that?”
“Not very,” she said grudgingly.
“Only when I absolutely have to.”
“If I’m going to be kept prisoner here, I want to be in the loop. I want to know the details of the investigation. I need to feel like I’m doing something to get us out of here, or I really will go mad.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“I want to see the letter and the pictures they sent.”
“They’re giving me copies of them in the morning so I can bring the others up to speed on why we’re here.”
“My dad will need doctors and medication and...”
“It’s all being taken care of. I made sure of it.”
Sam exhaled and forced herself to try to relax and slow her racing mind.
“There is an upside to this so-called imprisonment.”
“What possible upside could there be to being held captive in an underground cement bunker in the middle of summer?”
“Lots of time for this.” He flattened his hand on her thigh and dragged it up to cup her mound, sliding a finger into her. “And this.”
She turned toward him, intending to protest, but he captured her mouth in a kiss that stole her breath and made her forget what she’d been planning to say.
“Missed you so much,” he whispered against her lips as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of her, bending them to reach the place that set her off.
Sam spread her legs farther apart to give him better access and opened her mouth to his tongue. He was right about one thing. If they were going to be stuck here indefinitely, she was going to enjoy the reunion with her beloved husband.
IN THE MORNING, Sam and Nick gathered their loved ones in the common area to explain why they’d been brought to the underground bunker. While the little ones played in one of the bedrooms under the watch of two agents, Nick filled in the others on what the letter said and what the FBI and Secret Service were doing to find the person who’d sent it.
They had debated about whether to include Scotty in the briefing but had determined that he and Brooke were old enough to know the truth.
“You must get threats all the time, Nick,” Spencer said. “What was so different about this one?”
“Several things. First of all was the timing. It was sent to my office when the whole world knew I was in Iran, helping to negotiate the arms agreement.” He lowered his voice to add, “Second, and more important, were the photos included with the letter.”
“What photos?” Tracy asked.
Nick passed them around.
Sam, who’d seen the images earlier, watched each of the adults as they realized who had been threatened.
Angela brought her hand to her heart, her eyes darting around frantically.
Spencer put his arm around her.
“Dear God,” Nick’s dad, Leo, said before he passed the photo of his sons at day care to his wife, Stacy, who gasped.
“Whoever sent the threat has been watching our family,” Nick said. “As you can see, they know where to find each of the kids.”
Scotty stared at the photo of himself at baseball camp while Brooke did the same with the picture of her at work.
“They were watching us?” Brooke asked in a small voice that tugged at Sam’s heart. After everything her niece had been through last winter, it was infuriating to see her scared again when she’d made so much progress toward putting her life back together.
“I’m not telling you this to scare you, Brooke,” Nick said. “We thought it was only fair for you to know why you’re here.”
“How long do you think
