Love Lies Bleeding (19 page)

“Samantha, your agreement with your father included taking you medication,” he lectured.

“But I don’t need them. And,” she stressed, “they make me groggy.”

Smacking the bottle back on the nightstand, Jackson frowned. “You can’t simply stop taking them—your body needs to be weaned away from them.” His frown deepened. “Otherwise, you’ll suffer side effects.”

“I haven’t. If anything, I’ve felt better, stronger, and—”

“You will continue to take them until we have a chance to discuss this with Dr. Weissinger,” he said in a firm voice.

Leaning over, Sam grabbed the bottle and, rising, moved to the dresser. Opening a drawer, she tossed the bottle in and shut it. “Okay, so I take the pills.” Wanting to change the subject, she turned and leaned against the dresser. “Do you think you’ll know anyone at the party tonight?”

“The Brightons. Maybe a few old faces from the summer I spent here as a teenager.”

“How old were you?”

“Fifteen. It was the year before Mother died.” He crossed the room and lifted the blinds. “I remember this cabin, actually. We stayed across the lake, down a bit from where Fritz lives.”

“Really? Did you know the couple who lived here?”

Dropping the blinds, he turned and a sly smile stole across his face. “I didn’t know them, but I remember the wife. She’d sunbathe every afternoon down on the dock.” He hung his head sheepishly. “And put it this way, spotting her as I cruised by in my fishing boat was the high point of my day.” He lifted his head and shrugged. “You know how teenage boys are.”

Sam’s thoughts shot to Teddy Brighton and the young men who’d hurt her. Unconsciously, her hand stole to the scar now covered by Alice’s haircut and she felt a moment of anxiety. Yeah, she knew all about teenage boys.

Jackson noticed. “Has Anne mentioned her son?”

“No—no.” Sam dropped her hand. “Why? Is there something I should know?”

Jackson shook his head as he glanced at the clock. “I’d better get changed,” he said, crossing to the door. He stopped. “It was something Fritz said.”

Sam’s breath quickened. “What?”

“I guess the kid had been in some trouble while they lived in the Cities.”

“Anne mentioned it,” Sam said in a tight voice.

“Did she mention that he’d been picked up for possession?”

“Drugs? He was into drugs?”

Jackson lifted a shoulder. “I don’t know if he was using, and Fritz did say that the kid was straight now.” Pivoting, he caught the look on Sam’s face and went to her quickly. He gathered her in a hug, and for once she didn’t push him away. He placed a light kiss on the top of her head, his arms tightening.

“I’m sorry—I’ve frightened you,” he murmured in her ear. “I spoke without thinking. Fritz said the kid was okay now.” Releasing her, Jackson stood and looked down at her. “Really, I am pleased that you’re getting along so well with Anne.”

She looked up at him with doubt in her eyes.

“Darling,” he said, bending and lifting her chin, “don’t look so worried. Even if her son was still trouble, it’s not like he has keys to the cabin.”

Placing another kiss on her head, he turned and left the room, leaving Sam alone with Roxy.

Sam looked down to find the dog staring up at her with her head cocked to one side. Leaning over, she threw her arms around Roxy’s neck and exhaled slowly.

“You’ll protect me, won’t you?”

Chapter Seventeen

A
nne’s eyes roamed the room. She’d never been at one of Fritz’s parties as a guest, but she had worked at them before and knew how much emphasis he placed on details. Tonight was no different. His large living-room and dining-room area glowed with soft candlelight. The lilting notes of one of his favorite piano concertos floated under the buzz of voices. Large vases of fresh wildflowers dotted both rooms. And along one wall, there was a buffet table spread with appetizers. Two local high school girls circled the room bearing trays holding glasses of wine, iced tea, and lemonade. From where she stood, she could see bright paper lanterns strung along the deck railing. The whole atmosphere, both inside and out, was a study in casual elegance.

Anne fingered one of her tiny, gold hoop earrings and tried not to feel out of place. She didn’t look out of place—she knew that. The tunic that Sam had insisted on buying her shimmered down her body in graceful folds and the white linen pants she’d dug out of the back of her closet still fit. She’d even worn makeup. Dropping her hand, she felt her lips curl in a small grin. When she’d exited her bedroom, Caleb had been so surprised at her appearance that he’d jokingly asked what she’d done with his mother. What a switch—for him to see her as a person and not just his mom.

Spying one of the girls approach a cluster of people, she watched as they took the beverages the girl offered without so much as a glance in her direction. To them, she was as much a part of the decor as the candles and flowers. And without Sam’s interference, that would’ve been her. Instead of standing here, all dressed up and exchanging greetings with people she’d known for years, she’d have been as invisible to those people as the high school girl.

It was nice not just being a mother. It was nice not being invisible. And she had Sam to thank for it. Still, the thought troubled her. On the one hand, she did appreciate Sam’s kindness, but on the other, she didn’t want to feel beholden to her. In the past, she’d been the one doing favors for people. Having the roles reversed made her squirm.

Turning her head slightly, she looked over at Sam. The lavender dress and purple shawl set off the young woman’s coloring perfectly and the sickly paleness of weeks ago was gone—banished by the hours Anne had forced her to spend outside. With her new haircut disguising some of the gauntness in her face, she’d also lost that brittle look she used to have.

It was clear to her that she wasn’t the only one who’d noticed the change in Sam. Dr. Van Horn did, too. It was evident in his expression when he looked at her. Attentive and smiling—his condescending attitude had disappeared. Anne’s eyebrows knitted together. But maybe there was more to it than the way she looked on the outside. Sam had shown real spunk when she’d stood up to him about keeping Roxy, and the whole incident appeared to have given her confidence. Hopefully, that’s what he was responding to.

Suddenly she was yanked out of her thoughts by a gasp and the sight of Sam’s body turning rigid. Anne’s gaze darted to what had caught Sam’s attention. The Brightons had made their entrance, and not only was it Kimberly, Irene, and Ted Two, but they had Teddy in tow. Dressed in a casual sport shirt and pressed khakis, with a supercilious grin across his face, Teddy was nonchalantly gazing around the room while his parents and grandmother greeted a new arrival who was standing near the door. When his eyes found Sam, his grin dropped and he leaned close to his father. Too far away to hear his words, Anne watched Ted Two nod and, taking his mother by the arm, begin to lead the group straight toward them.

“Get me out of here,” Sam hissed.

“Don’t you dare turn and run,” Anne replied, her voice stern. “You stand your ground.”

“I can’t.”

Tugging on Sam’s sleeve, Anne angled her body toward her. “Yes, you can. That little sociopath would like nothing better than to see your fear. Do not give him the pleasure.”

Conflicting emotions shadowed Sam’s face. Finally, she inhaled sharply and drew her shawl around her shoulders. Exhaling slowly, she lifted her chin and prepared to meet the enemy. Anne moved aside as the Brightons reached them.

Ted Two was the first to speak. “You must be Samantha Moore,” he said, extending his hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” Turning, he drew his mother forward. “My mother, Irene, and my wife, Kimberly.”

Smiling stiffly, Sam gave his hand a light shake and acknowledged each introduction with a quick nod, saying nothing and keeping her attention carefully centered on Teddy.

Stepping back, Ted Two threw an arm around his son’s shoulder and maneuvered the boy until he stood directly in front of Sam.

Anne’s breath caught while she waited for Sam’s reaction, but instead of shrinking back as she’d expected, Sam remained motionless.

Ted Two’s manner suddenly became more formal. “I believe you’ve met my son, Teddy.” Focusing on his son, he squeezed the boy’s arm. “He has something to say, don’t you, Teddy?”

Teddy’s head dipped, and when he lifted it, his face wore an expression of humility. “I’d like to apologize for my behavior the other day, Ms. Moore.” His eyes darted to his father before returning to Sam. “It was inexcusably rude and I hope you can forgive me.”

At his side, Ted Two gave a satisfied nod and dropped his arm from around Teddy’s shoulder.

Sam opened her mouth to reply, but before she could answer, Jackson joined the group and introductions were made once again. Teddy’s apology was forgotten, and Anne caught the sly look he shot at Sam before focusing on Dr. Van Horn.

“I’m so happy to meet you, Dr. Van Horn,” Teddy said, grasping Jackson’s hand firmly in his own. “I’ve heard some of my mom’s friends talk about what a terrific surgeon you are.”

Taken by surprise, Jackson beamed. “Thank you.”

“In fact, Irene,” the boy continued with a nod toward his grandmother, “thinks plastic surgery might be a good career for me.” He smiled broadly. “She’s always wanted a doctor in the family.”

For the next five minutes, he peppered the doctor with questions concerning his practice while Jackson was all but preening at the young man’s interest.

Watching Teddy suck up to Dr. Van Horn, Anne wanted to gag. She didn’t know what the boy’s game was, but whatever it was, Dr. Van Horn was falling for it. Hadn’t Sam told him about the incident with Roxy? She glanced at Sam, standing rigidly at her fiancé’s side. A brittle light haunted her eyes as she plucked at her shawl, clearly unnerved by Teddy’s performance, and Anne felt her anxiety growing. She had to figure out a way to get her charge away from the group before she crumbled.

“Um,” she began, interrupting Teddy.

“Wait,” he said before she could speak. “I see you don’t have any refreshments. May I get you something?” He looked expectantly at Sam and Anne.

“How thoughtful of you, Teddy,” Jackson interjected. “Wine, Anne?” he asked with a glance her way.

Anne gave a quick nod.

Linking his arm with Sam’s, Jackson smiled. “Sam will have lemonade.”

After Teddy left, Jackson turned to the Brightons. “What a nice young man.”

A stunned silence ensued until Irene broke it. “Humph,” she snorted, drilling her son and daughter-in-law with a knowing glance. “My grandson has his moments.” Taking Kimberly’s arm, she gave Jackson a gracious smile. “We haven’t said hello to our host. If you’ll excuse us?”

“Of course,” Jackson replied.

As the Brightons made their way across the crowded room, Teddy returned with the two glasses. After handing them to Sam and Anne, he glanced around the room for his parents and grandmother. “Thank you for answering all my questions, Dr. Van Horn,” he said, “but I’d better join my family.”

“My pleasure, Teddy. And, please, if you think of more, stop by the cabin.”

Anne heard Sam’s soft gasp.

“I’ll be happy to answer them,” Jackson continued, oblivious to Sam’s reaction.

Sam, her face drained of color, took a step away from Jackson and Teddy. Lifting her glass, she downed the lemonade in one long gulp. “Anne, it’s getting close in here. Would you come out on the deck with me?” she said, passing her hand across her forehead.

Jackson’s focus shifted to Sam. “Wait, are you feeling ill?”

She gave a quick shake of her head. “No, I just need some fresh air. Anne can go with me—you stay and make the rounds.”

Anne followed Sam across the room, until she paused at the French doors leading to the deck. Sam hesitated, as if bracing herself, then, taking a deep breath, she slid open the door and stepped outside. In the pale light of the lanterns, Anne saw her eyes dart to the shadows before crossing to the railing.

“He won’t come to the cabin, will he?” she asked in a low voice.

Anne didn’t have to ask who “he” was. “I don’t know,” she replied.

She drew her shawl tightly around her shoulders. “I don’t want that kid near Roxy.”

“I don’t blame you.” Anne tugged on her bottom lip. What could she say that wouldn’t escalate Sam’s fears? “I don’t know what Teddy was trying to prove. Maybe he was putting on an act for the benefit of his grandmother in hopes she’d loosen the leash?” She stepped closer to the railing and looked down at the water. “I take it you didn’t tell Dr. Van Horn about your confrontation with Teddy.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, my family doesn’t take my concerns very seriously. If I would’ve told Jackson about the incident, he would’ve minimized it. Accused me of being paranoid.”

“When is Dr. Van Horn going back to the Cities?”

“Early Monday morning.”

Angling away from the railing, Anne laid a comforting hand on Sam’s arm. “Hopefully, Teddy won’t stop by tomorrow. After Dr. Van Horn leaves, he won’t have a reason to stop by.” Her mouth tightened in a grim line. “But if he does show up while I’m there,
I
won’t let him in.”

Sam gave a quick shake of her head. “But what if you’re not?”

“Don’t worry about it. There’s no sense in borrowing trouble.”

Turning away from the railing, Sam staggered slightly forward. Her shawl slid down her arms as she ran her fingers through her hair. “Whew,” she said abruptly. “I’m hot. Are you hot?”

“No, but if you—” A figure stepping into the light startled her. “Edward,” Anne exclaimed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.”

“I came around from the front,” he replied, motioning toward the steps at the side of the deck. “I didn’t want to brave the crowd. Mother’s inside.”

Suddenly, from her place next to Anne, Sam giggled and moved forward. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend, Anne?” she asked in a coy voice.

Anne whirled toward Sam in surprise. The young woman’s tenseness had disappeared as she stood directly in front of Edward with her head cocked. If Anne hadn’t known better, she would’ve sworn she saw Sam wink at him.