Of All the Luck!

Copyright © 2012
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Joanne Locker

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Of All The Luck!

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“You!”

There was nothing but contempt in the word and if he hadn’t been bleeding to death, he would never have pushed past Victoria Conway and into the secluded cabin.  Hell, he didn’t know who this cabin belonged to.  He saw the light, and knew that if he did not get help, and soon, he was going to bleed to death and never be able to clear his name.

“What the hell are you doing here, Griffin?” Victoria demanded, crossing her arms over her breasts in a protective manner.

“Bleeding to death in case you haven’t noticed, woman!”  He used the one word guaranteed to spark her temper as no other.

“I am not your ‘woman’!” she retorted.

“I’m not your man, either, but you are going to help me, Victoria.  Move your butt and get me a clean towel I can use to stop this bleeding.”

Victoria glared at him, but the pain reflected in his dark brown eyes and the too pale complexion told her he was not exaggerating.  Griffin was bleeding to death and if she did not act quickly, he could possibly die.  She ran to the bathroom and returned with a white towel that she used to apply pressure to the wound that was bleeding from the front and the back.  “Is this a bullet wound?” she asked, her voice shaky.

“Yes.  It went clean through, which is a good thing.”  He heard a commotion in the distance.  “Damn, they’re going to be here in a few minutes.”

“What did you do?” Victoria asked, looking at him warily.

“Not what they think I did, Victoria.  I look guilty, but I’m not.  I swear that to you.”  His brown eyes were earnest.

“Come with me,” she ordered, and led him into her bedroom.

He barely had time to take note of the feminine details of the room before she was shoving aside a bookcase with relative ease and opening another door.  “No one knows this room is here but me.  Bar the door, and stay put.  I’ll handle the rest.”  She turned to leave, but Griffin grabbed her with his good arm and hauled her to him and he kissed her, hard.  Possessively.  Victoria felt her knees weaken, but she pushed him away.  “Never again in this lifetime, Griffin Conway!” she declared, and then shut the door on her ex-husband.  Victoria moved the bookcase into position, and went to check for any evidence that would give Griffin away.  He was many things to many people, but he would never lie to her.  If he said he was innocent, then he was innocent, and she was willing to stake her life on that.

The pounding on her door came all too soon for Victoria, but she put a smile on her face and answered.  “My goodness, Sheriff!  Must you pound on the door like that?”

“Ms. Jones, we are looking for a fugitive and we believe he could be here.  May we come inside and search?”

“I assure you, Sheriff, that no one besides me is here.”

“He could be holding a gun on you, ma’am.  We really do need to have a look around.  We saw traces of blood on your front porch.”

“Oh, drat, I never thought to check for blood outside.  Charlie hurt his foot earlier.”  As if by magic, the black cat came running from the kitchen, a bright white bandage on his foot, and he was limping on three feet, and favoring his injured paw.  “I’ll have to scrub that before I end up having to repaint the entire porch!”

“May we check inside, Ms. Jones?” the Sheriff asked again, although he’d lost his self-assured attitude.

“Well, I guess, but don’t any of you men go near my computer.  All my work is on there and I don’t allow anyone to read anything until it is published!”

“We won’t go near your desk, ma’am,” the Sheriff promised.  It was plain as could be that there was nothing in that area of the room that was of interest. Her desk was in front of a large floor to ceiling window, and since everything was wireless, the opening under the pretty desk was open.  No one could hide there if they wanted to!  The kitchen area was quickly searched, as was the screened in back porch.  The guest room and bedroom were also searched, and the Sheriff was red-faced when he said, “Thank you for cooperating, Ms. Jones.  You be sure to keep your doors locked up tight, and you call 911 if anyone comes knocking.  This Smith fellow is armed and dangerous.”

“What did he do?” Victoria asked curiously.

“He killed three men in cold blood.”

“Are you positive?  Were there any witnesses?”

“No witnesses, but we received an anonymous tip from a female caller.  You remember, now, don’t open your door to no one.  You call us instead.  We tracked him into the woods around here, and with there not being too many houses, he has to turn up somewhere for help.  He’s got a bullet in him.  If you want, I can station a man outside?”

“I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on my writing if you did that, Sheriff,” she told the truth.  “I will lock my doors and set the security system.  It rings into your office if there is a problem, so I should be safe enough.  Besides, who is to say he didn’t have a car parked somewhere in the woods and he is long gone by now…?”

“She’s right, Sheriff.  And she should know.”

The Deputy was a young man, and Victoria knew at once that he was an avid reader of her mysteries. She flashed him a smile. “Thank you, Deputy.  You read my books?”

“I sure do, Ms. Jones,” he said as his face turned red.

“I’ll make sure you get a signed copy of my new release when it comes out next month,” she said graciously, smiling.

“Thanks, Ms. Jones,” the Sheriff grumbled as he rolled his eyes expressively.  “That’s all we’re going to hear about for the next month!” he complained as he looked at his besotted Deputy.

Victoria laughed, and then watched them leave, positive she’d convinced them that Griffin was no longer in the area.  She gave them plenty of time to leave, and then she stepped outside to make sure and positive that the Sheriff hadn’t left one of his men behind in spite of her protests.  She saw no one, and then returned to the house.  She locked the door, set the alarms, and then picked up a remote and closed all the drapes in the house, ensuring complete privacy.  Then, and only then, did she go and move the bookcase to check on Griffin.

“Open up, Griff,” she called out.  She heard the heavy bolt on the door slide to allow the door to open.  “You’re in bad shape, Griff,” she stated.  “Let’s get you into bed and I’ll dress that shoulder and get some broth in you, and give you something for pain.”  She helped him into the spare bedroom and got him on the bed, using every bit of her strength and his.

“Victoria, call Xavier,” Griff ordered.  “Don’t trust anyone else.”  He promptly passed out cold.

She made a face and decided not to make the call.  The last flipping person on earth she wanted to speak to ever again was Xavier.  Victoria did not stand on formality.  She’d been married to Griffin Conway for two glorious years before all hell broke loose in their relationship, and she’d seen him naked countless number of times during the period of her life she referred to as ‘off limits’.  Victoria wasn’t shocked that he wore no socks with his loafers, or that he was ‘commando’ when she undid his belt and pulled off his expensive jeans.  Taking a small amount of malicious pleasure in the act, she used scissors to cut off his equally expensive shirt.  It had a hole in the arm anyway, and with the blood stains, she knew the picky Griffin wouldn’t even keep it as a rag.  Victoria pulled a sheet and blanket over his magnificent lower half, and then tended to his wound with expertise born of experience.  It wasn’t so bad and only required a few stitches on either side of his arm.  As far as she could tell, there wouldn’t be any permanent damage.  Griffin was lucky, as usual.  Once the bandage was in place, she turned the lamp low and left him to sleep.  When he woke, he would be hungry.  She put beef broth on to heat.  It would help him rebuild the blood he lost.  She also found some pain medication he could take, unless he was in one of his stubborn moods.

He roused a bit later, just enough to whisper her name and swallow some of the broth she insisted he drink.  She offered him the small pill, and of course, being Griffin, he refused.  When he was complaining a bit later, she gave him more broth, with the pill dissolved in the broth.  This time he slept restfully while she kept watch.

There wasn’t much on the news.  No details at least.  Just that a man by the name of Harlan Smith was wanted as a suspect in the death of three tourists.  Anyone who knew the whereabouts of Smith, or who witnessed the deaths, was asked to call the Sheriff’s office.  Victoria knew there was more to the story.  There was always more to the story when Griffin was involved.

She checked on him often, noticing the way his dark hair still fell over his forehead while he slept.  He looked much younger than his years when he was sleeping, and she suspected that had to do with his eyes… eyes that had seen too much in his lifetime.  His hands were still the same; large, straight, tapered fingers… often gentle and making her body come to life with pleasure so intense it was almost painful, and sometimes those hands could be hard… when he spanked her!

Victoria felt her cheeks turn red as her thoughts went to that particular subject!  Griffin Conway believed in spanking.  He informed her of that fact in the most elemental way while she was over his knee learning firsthand what happened when you didn’t obey the man instantly.  They were on a mission together, and she was new and very green, and it was his job to offer training.  The mission was supposed to be simple… pose as a married couple, get the information required, get out.  Only something went wrong and their cover was compromised.  Griffin told her to run, and she didn’t.  She stayed by his side to fight with him, and even though it was her opinion that she’d saved his life, Griffin did not see it that way.  Once they were debriefed, Griffin offered to take her home.  Like a fool, she agreed.  The scene was still fresh in her memory as if it happened yesterday:

At the door of her apartment, Griffin took her elbow and gently pushed her inside before locking the door and turning to face her.  Like a little romantic idiot, Victoria assumed that Griff intended to make love to her, and she was trying to decide whether or not she was going to permit that to happen.  Before she could open her mouth, he pulled her across the room to her sofa, where he took a seat and then jerked her face-down across his lap!

“What are you doing?” she squealed.  The position was not the least bit romantic in her eyes.  “Griffin?” she protested as he pushed up her skirt.  “No!  This is not cool!”

“I agree.  You will not feel ‘cool’ by the time I am done with you, little girl!”