Slap Shot (19 page)

“Come on now, Ramrod,” one of the security men said, placing a hand on Rick’s bare shoulder. “We’ll take it from here.”

Rick’s whole body jerked, his lips snarled back over his teeth. He made no move to let her go. If anything he pushed into her harder.

“Rick,” I said, shakily. “Rick, please.”

He turned to me, his eyes glazed, his face twisted in anger.

“It’s okay now,” I managed. “It’s okay. Let her go.”

He focused on me for a few long, drawn-out seconds, then sucked in a deep breath. His eyes lost their glazed fury and he pulled back from Laurie and watched as she was quickly surrounded and cuffed.

My legs finally gave up. Muscles shaking and knees refusing to hold my weight, I slithered to the ground. My palms slapped onto the cold floor, my knee landed on a sharp chunk of ceiling.

Rick was there in an instant, scooping me up against his chest. “Baby, it’s all right now, it’s all right.”

My whole body shook, from the very center of my torso to the ends of my fingers and toes. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t speak. My eyes were so full of tears I couldn’t see.

“Get that mad bitch out of here,” Rick snarled over his shoulder at the security men. “Now.”

I buried my face into his neck, clung to his shoulders and drew in fast, juddering breaths.

“You’ll regret this,” Laurie shouted as she was hauled past us. “You’ll regret picking her over me. She’s a whore, she doesn’t really love you. She’s nothing on me. I love you. I can give you what you need.”

“Shut the hell up,” a security man said, yanking her from the room.

Rick’s hands were all over me as if checking for injuries. “Shh, baby,” he soothed into the sudden quiet. “She’s gone, the gun has gone. She’s gone, forever.”

My ears were still ringing from the sound of the shot, my guts rolling, my heart pounding. I wasn’t dead, I was alive. Rick wasn’t dead, he was alive. I hardly dared believe the terror was over.

He hugged me tighter. “Did she hurt you anywhere? Do you need the paramedics?”

“No, no, she didn’t, but…oh god…she’s so crazy…the things she was saying…I thought I was going to die, I…I thought
you
were going to die. Rick, I—”

“Shh, it’s okay, take slower breaths, calm down.” He stroked a hand down my back and kissed my head. The texture of his stubble-coated chin on my temple was so sweet, so familiar after the deadly cold of the gun.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered again.

I snuggled into him, splayed out my fingers on the wiry patch of chest hair the gun had touched. I shuddered and choked back a sob. Fisted the short curls and shut my eyes.

“Dana, Dana, Jesus, are you okay?” Carly’s voice tinkled over the ringing in my ears as she squatted next to me and put her hand on my back.

“Yes,” Rick said. “She’s okay, just very shaken.”

“She doesn’t look okay,” Brick’s deep voice rumbled from somewhere above me.

“She’ll be fine, she breathes fast like this when she’s scared.” Rick tilted my chin so I was forced to look into his face. “Come on, baby, slow down or we’ll have to get you a paper bag.”

“I…I’m okay.” I swallowed and felt the first semblance of control over my breathing return.

Carly’s hand was still on my shoulder. “We should get her out of here, it’s really dusty. It’s not helping.”

Rick grunted in agreement and, obviously not having the same weak leg problem I was having, stood, taking me with him. Gently he secured me against his chest.

Chapter Nine

I sat in the players’ lounge, Rick on one side, hugging me close and Carly on the other, encouraging me to have sips of water. Brick sat opposite looking grim and cracking his knuckles every so often.

Dale was quick to arrive and slipped in past two police officers guarding the lounge.

“How the fuck could this have happened?” Rick demanded as a way of greeting.

Dale shook his head and sat next to Brick, resting his elbows on his knees and leaning forward. Somewhere in the recess of my mind I thought how small he looked. I’d gotten used to seeing big men, enormous men. They had become the norm for me now.

“To tell you the truth, Mr. Lewis, and I hate to admit it, this was one hell of a screw-up on the force’s behalf. Miss Sharp was supposed to be held secure but some dumbass let her out on bail yesterday evening.”

Brick banged a clenched fist on his wide thigh. “Of all the goddamn fucks-ups. She had a gun, a gun pointed at Dana, Ramrod
and
Carly. If I hadn’t been talking to Carly as she walked into the restroom god knows what could have happened. Someone’s head will roll for this. I won’t let it rest until it does.”

“And neither will I, sir,” Dale said, gnawing the side of his cheek and eyeing Brick’s flushed face and clenched fists.

“But, but how did she get in here, into the rink?” I asked, remembering Rick having to punch in a security code.

It was the first time I’d spoken in a while and they all turned to me. Rick tightened his hold around my shoulders.

Dale frowned. “From what she’s just told my officers, she ducked in with the early morning cleaning staff. She must have been hanging around for hours, laying low and staying out of sight.”

“But how did she know
I
was going to be here?” I asked. “I didn’t even know I was going to be here until this morning.” My mind flitted back to Rick’s sweet way of persuading me. It felt like a lifetime ago, a beautiful but distant memory.

“I’m guessing that she didn’t, but when she spotted you she decided to make you her target rather than Mr. Lewis.”

A shudder ran up my spine and I touched behind my ear where the gun had brutally shoved into tender flesh.

“So how long do you think she’ll get?” Rick asked. “Behind bars.”

Dale shrugged. “Hopefully long enough for her to forget she’s in love with you.”

Rick snorted. “Strangest fucking love I’ve ever seen.”

“She’s crazy,” Dale said matter-of-factly. “She believes it all, every deluded word she’s ever said or written, she thinks it’s all true. But you can rest assured she’ll be institutionalized for many years to come. In fact, she may never be out if she doesn’t satisfy a board of psychiatrists that she’s mentally stable and not a risk to anyone.”

I sighed. “Well I for one hope she doesn’t get out anytime soon, because I don’t think I could go through that again.”

“You won’t have to,” Rick said earnestly. “I promise, baby, you won’t have to.”

After completing statements, Rick and I went straight to his home. The thought of a big meal turned our stomachs and I think it did Carly and Brick’s too. Plus I wanted to wash the plaster dust from my hair and the scent of Laurie’s hideous body odor and perfume from my skin.

Dropping my purse on the chaise, I waited while Rick silenced the alarm system.

“Do you mind if I go take a shower?” I asked.

“You want company?”

I shook my head. “No, I just need a few minutes alone to get my thoughts back together.”

He nodded. “Of course, you do that, take as long as you need. I’ll rustle us up something light to eat.”

I smiled my thanks, kicked off my shoes and went up the stairs, gripping the handrail as I went.

By the time I came back down, the smell of waffles was floating from the kitchen and my stomach gave a growl of approval. Suddenly I was hungry.

“Are you feeling better now?” Rick asked, looking up from pouring coffee.

I nodded. “Yes, thanks.”

“Come on, this is ready, let’s go sit and eat.”

I followed him into the lounge, adjusting the waist of my sweats and pulling the arms of my cream sweater over my hands. I’d tugged my hair into a low ponytail and wore no makeup, just sweetly scented face cream.

“Here you go,” he said, pointing to the huge squishy brown sofa. “Sit and I’ll find us something to watch on TV, give you some distraction.” He glanced at my hands bunched in my sweater. “Are you cold?”

“Yes, a little.”

He reached for a remote and flicked to life a gas fire full of artificial logs.

Instantly heat radiated toward me. I sighed and rested back. The couch was so big that sitting right into the seat meant that my legs stuck out straight. It was like a Jack and the Beanstalk couch, made for a giant.

Rick looked at my legs and smiled, passed me my mug of coffee and a plate of warm waffles. “Eat,” he said. “It will do you good.”

He held his own plate of waffles, twice the amount of mine, and trawled the TV channels. I folded my legs under and looked around the room. It was the first time I’d been in there. Two bay windows held views across the immaculate lawn and were bordered by navy-and-cream-striped curtains complete with matching valance and tie-backs. An enormous glass cabinet full of hockey trophies stood between the windows. The flat-screen TV was supported by a sleek black stand and above the mantel was a huge oil painting depicting hockey players slashing over ice and angling sticks at a puck—their faces steely and determined, their bodies looming before a blurred crowd.

“You like
Friends
?” Rick asked.

I smiled. “Yes, I’ve seen every episode more times than I care to admit, but yes, I do like
Friends
. It’s good vegging-out TV.”

He dropped the remote on the couch and sat back next to me, somehow managing to keep his feet planted on the floor.

We sat in companionable silence, eating, sipping coffee and watching the antics of Ross and Rachael in Vegas drawing on one another’s faces and Monica and Chandler gambling like lunatics. One episode finished and another began. Rick took my empty plate and mug, set them on the table and tugged me into his arms.

“I really am so sorry about today,” he murmured into my hair. “I wish I could rewind time and make it all not happen.”

“You shouldn’t apologize.” I looked up and touched his soul patch with the tip of my index finger. “She’s the crazy one, she’s the guilty one, not you. You did nothing wrong.”

“But if you hadn’t got mixed up with me in the first place then it never would have happened. A regular guy doesn’t have crazed stalkers threatening the women in their lives.”

“Trust me, there is crazy in all walks of life, not just yours.” I brushed my lips over his. “Besides I don’t want a regular guy. I want you, a man who puts himself between his friends and danger. A man who looks crazy in the eye and holds it together.” My fingers slid down to the hollow of his throat, slipped lower and pressed over his sternum. “A man who was willing to take a bullet in the chest…for me.”

He sucked in a breath, his mouth tightened and his brows dropped low. “I’ve never felt so relieved in my life as when she moved that gun from you to me.”

“I know, I could see it in your eyes.” My heart was swelling at the memory of his face when the weapon had turned on him. He’d been so brave, so fearless. He truly was my hero.

“You didn’t believe all that crap I was telling her, did you?” he asked, worrying at his bottom lip with his teeth.

“No, of course not.”

“It was just to try to distract her, make her think her plan was working. That she still stood a chance with me.”

I smiled. “I know and it did the trick.”

“Yeah, she didn’t take much persuading, did she? Proves just how insane she is to really think we were about to get passionate while she had a gun pressed to my chest.”

I sighed and twisted so I could kneel beside him on the sofa. “Well, for all Laurie is crazy I can see why she was in love with you.” I slid both my hands over his shoulders and studied his rich chocolate eyes. They looked tired, he had slight rings beneath them and his thick, jet-black lashes hung low.

“
Thought
she was in love with me,” he corrected, slipping his hands into the small of my back and rubbing gently.

“Yes, of course,
thought
,” I said, dipping my head.

He lifted my chin with his thumb and his tired eyes suddenly sparkled. “Go on, what else were you going to say?”

I couldn’t deny my feelings any longer. I hadn’t planned on falling in love with Rick “Ramrod” Lewis, but every beat of my heart told me it was too late, I had. “Because…because, you’re a pretty easy guy to love.”

He frowned slightly. “Are you just guessing or are you speaking from experience?”

Cupping the sides of his neck, I felt his pulse beating strong and steady beneath the surface of his skin. “I’m not guessing, Rick, I know. I have firsthand experience with what it is like to love you.”

His whole face softened and something in the depths of his eyes melted. He pulled me close and kissed me gently, tenderly, as if I might break. His tongue dipped into my mouth searching for mine and I gave myself up to him, held on to what was real and true and shifted crazy and evil from my mind.

Moving forward, he maneuvered me so I was on my back lengthwise on the couch and sinking into the cushions. His thighs slotted between my legs and he hovered over me, taking his weight on his elbows on either side of my head.