scars he’d gained in jail deeper and puckered.
But beneath the rage, she sensed a wealth of pain, pain she had helped cause by her betrayal.
Where had he been the last few days? Hiding out in ditches? Barns?
All because of her.
The memory of the night they’d made love flashed back. He’d been a bad-boy hellion back then, full of anger, the strong-and-silent type; maybe that was what had attracted her. In bed, he’d been physically demanding, too, had made her body ache with want and desire and need. Yet he’d also been gentle and loving, determined to please her as much as he’d wanted pleasure for himself. And his sexual prowess had been overwhelming.
The gentleness was gone now, though, replaced by a steely intent to exact revenge.
“I asked you—why me?” Carter demanded.
She startled at the sound of his booming voice, then forced herself to look up at him. She owed him an explanation.
If it endangered her, then so be it. She was tired of being on the run and smothered by guilt.
“I don’t know,” Sadie said, clenching her skirt in her hands. “Maybe because you and Dyer had a run-in two nights before.”
Carter narrowed his eyes. “We did?”
“You don’t remember?” She sighed. “You and he were both drinking, playing pool. It was nothing, just a bar brawl, but I guess the incident made you a patsy.”
Carter scrubbed his hand over his beard stubble. “Who were you working with?” Carter asked gruffly.
Sadie’s heart thumped with shock. “You have it all wrong,” she said, suddenly realizing that Carter thought she had conspired in the murder he’d been arrested for. “I didn’t kill that man or have anything to do with it.”
Disbelief slashed fierce lines around his chiseled mouth. “You expect me to buy that story? You seduced me, drugged me, then set me up.”
“No,” Sadie protested, although her protests sounded weak, even to her own ears. The truth was, she had helped set him up, even though she hadn’t realized it at the time.
He stalked toward her, then jammed the gun in her face again. He was so close she smelled his anger, felt his breath brush her cheek. “Don’t lie to me. You owe me the truth, so spill it or you’re dead.”
Sadie shook her head, her stomach churning. “You’re not a killer, Carter. You won’t—”
He cocked the trigger. “If you don’t think I’m a killer, why the hell didn’t you stand up for me in court and say that? Why did you let them lock me up?”
“Because I was scared.” Sadie’s hand rose to her neck, then unconsciously to the scar on her chest. It ached, the burning sensation triggered by the memory of the man digging a knife in her chest.
Carter’s look flattened. “Scared? Scared of what?”
Sadie closed her eyes, willing the memories away, but they consumed her anyway. The big man’s beefy hands around her neck, choking her. His rancid breath on her face. His gruff, steely voice rasping threats in her ear.
Suddenly Carter jerked her head back, and her eyes flew open. “Tell me what happened,” he growled. “Who set me up?”
Sadie wheezed a breath. “I don’t know his name,” she whispered. “Just that he broke into my house after you left me in bed that first night we made love.”
“The night before the murder?”
She nodded. “He had a knife, he…”
Carter’s eyes flickered over her, cold, icy pits of hell. “He what?”
“He put it to my throat. He almost strangled me, then he threatened to kill my mother and me if I didn’t do what he said.” Her breathing grew ragged. “He knew where I lived, that my mother was sick, and he was going to make her suffer....”
Carter’s eyes narrowed to slits as her voice broke, then he swallowed hard, making the vein in his neck bulge. “What exactly did he tell you to do?”
Sadie’s heart wrenched. “To slip you a roofie when you came in again.” Her voice cracked, tears clogging her throat. “I didn’t want to do it, Carter, but I was terrified.”
A heartbeat of silence stretched between them, the tension palpable. “Did he tell you why he wanted me drugged?”
“No.” Sadie shook her head in denial. “I swear, I had no idea what he was up to. I…thought he planned to rob you or something. It never occurred to me that he was planning a murder.”
Carter made a guttural sound in his throat, then stood, moving away as if he could no longer stand the sight of her. Although his gaze remained pinned on her, his look teeming with disbelief, hate and bitterness. “If that’s true, then why didn’t you come forward once I was arrested?”
The scalding sensation intensified in Sadie’s chest, and she rubbed it again. “I told you…I was afraid.”
“The police could have protected you,” Carter bit out. “And you could have saved me.”
The memories flooded her again, trapping her, choking her. “I did try to go to the police,” Sadie said, gasping for a breath. “But…but he found me.”
Carter gripped her by the arms. “I don’t believe you.”
Sadie shivered. “It’s true.”
For a long, silent moment, his eyes bore into hers, then his fingers loosened slightly. “What happened?”
Fury and fear and her own sense of injustice bubbled over, and she unleashed on him. “Because he cornered me in the alley when I was walking to my car. Then he did this.”
Her hands shook as she ripped open the top two buttons of her shirt, revealing the hideous scar the man had left between her breasts.
“He held me down…then he carved me up so I wouldn’t forget.” Tears flowed freely down her face. The cloying smell of her attacker’s cheap cologne and sweat haunted her. The sound of his low, wheezy voice echoed in her ears. “He told me the next time he’d kill my mother and make me watch, then he’d finish me off.”
CARTER SANK DOWN onto the club chair, his mind struggling to register Sadie’s story.
Part of him wanted to deny her claims. Accuse her of lying. Demand she go to the cops, tell the truth and exonerate him.
But her story…her tone sounded so sincere. Riddled with pain and guilt.
And that scar…on her chest. It hadn’t been there when he’d slept with her the first time. And he barely remembered crawling in bed with her the second. It was deep and puckered and was only inches from her heart. He’d been in enough knife fights himself to know it had been a serious injury.
All because of him.
