Edge of Black (28 page)
Chapter 52
Savage River
Dr. Samantha Owens
Xander was discharged from the hospital on Monday, and they went back to Dillon until he was cleared to travel a few days later. Despite his parents’ protests, Xander was adamant. He wanted to go home.
They flew into National on a commercial flight and Sam drove them into the mountains, to the cabin in the woods. Thor was overwhelmed to see them, jumping and barking and turning in circles. Xander was gimping around on crutches, his arm wound making it difficult, but not impossible, to keep the weight off his leg.
It was hard to believe it had been less than a week since the attacks. Everything felt different. Not as innocent. Like her free time in D.C. was over, and real life was back. In another month, she’d start teaching at Georgetown, opening yet another chapter in her life.
Sam got Xander settled, and despite his protestations to the contrary, he was asleep within minutes. She walked Thor and enjoyed the feeling of freedom that came with this whole mess being behind them.
She sat on the porch and watched the sun traverse the sky. After a while, Xander woke and joined her, and they sat in a happy, contented silence, Sam swinging in the chair, Xander on his bench, petting Thor.
When the air began to cool, Sam shivered and said, “Let’s get away from all of this. From the mountains, from D.C., from everything.”
Xander gave her an amused look.
“You know you can’t run away.”
“I’m not talking running away as much as an escape. Something completely antithetical to everything. Someplace you’ve never been. Anywhere.”
“Where do you want to go?”
“I’d say the beach, but I can’t imagine you lying quietly in a chaise longue for more than a day without getting totally bored. So what about New York?”
“New York?”
“We can get lost there, Xander. Lost in the crowds, in Central Park, the museums. We can have a little vacation.”
“A vacation. In New York. With millions of other people looming over our shoulders. And me on crutches.”
“Consider it...desensitization.”
He smiled. “Let’s walk.”
He grabbed her hand, and she helped him up. He used her under one arm, and the other crutch in his good hand. They started walking, slowly, around the yard. It was the best way for him to regain his strength. She couldn’t believe she’d nearly lost him. She half wanted to run away, so it could never happen again, and half wanted to throw him to the ground, feel the grass under her legs and take him for her own.
After ten minutes, they started back toward the house.
“All right. I’ll be able to walk without these in a day or two. Let’s go to New York. Why not?”
“Why not, indeed.”
“I’ve never been, you know.”
“To New York? Seriously?”
“Just one of those things. I’d like to see Brooklyn. And the Bronx. Oh, and maybe a Yankees game?”
“Mets.”
“Yankees.”
“Uh-oh.” Sam laughed. “This may be an insurmountable issue.”
“Well, why don’t we just agree on the Red Sox, and be done with it.”
“Red Sox? My God, next you’re going to tell me you like the Cubs.”
“I do.” He held his right hand to his heart, and they were both laughing now. The sun began to slip behind the trees, and Thor bounded ahead of them, racing back and forth with a stick in his mouth. The scent of jasmine and pine grew heavy on the wind, and Sam sighed, deeply, completely and totally content.
They managed to get up the steps to the porch, and Sam stopped and turned to look down the mountain. Everything was in its summer bloom, coated with the dusky sunset, and she didn’t think she’d ever seen a prettier place.
“On second thought,” she said, eyebrow cocked. “We could just watch the games from bed. Though you’d have to buy a television.”
Xander pulled her hand to his mouth, lightly resting her skin on his lips. “You hussy. Teasing me with dreams of Yankee Stadium, then whisking them away.” But he kissed the inside of her wrist and, with the dog barking joyfully behind them, they went inside.
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
My village expands. I couldn’t do this without them. Thanks to:
My dear agent, Scott Miller, who goes above and beyond all the time; My lovely new editor, Miranda Indrigo, whose well-placed touches made this book so much stronger and my former editor Adam Wilson, who loved this idea from the get-go; My intrepid publicist Tiffany Shiu, who earns her cookies; Everyone at Harlequin Mira, especially Valerie Gray and Margaret Marbury, who are such a joy to work with; and Sean Kapitain and Tara Scarcello in the art department, who’ve crafted such a gorgeous look for Sam’s books. My team at Brilliance Audio, especially Sheryl Zajechowski, Natalie Fedewa and the amazing Joyce Bean, make the written word come alive.
Without regular contact with the following people I would surely go insane: Laura Benedict, Jeff Abbott, Erica Spindler, Allison Brennan, Alex Kava, Deb Carlin, Jeanne Veillette Bowerman, Jill Thompson, Del Tinsley, Paige Crutcher, Cecelia Tichi, Alethea Kontis, Jason Pinter and Andy Levy. Y’all are the best.
Sophie Littlefield, for the cello concertos and the best road trip ever.
Joan Huston who played the role of comma cop with aplomb.
Sherrie Saint, the woman whose brain is a scary, scary place, helped so much—from the abrin to Godzilla. I have never enjoyed a Starbucks date quite like our afternoon in Franklin discussing cow necropsies.
Dr. Sandra Thomas guided me through the proper terminology for Sam’s scenes at the morgue. Frothy is all her fault. As always, mistakes are my own.
Two lovely young ladies gave money to charity to appear in this novel—Loa Ledbetter—Loa, I hope I got the hair, and your spirit, right. And my friend Andrea Bianco, who helped me get into a lot of fun and trouble in junior high. Thank you both for trusting me to do crazy things with your names.
Huge thanks to all the incredible librarians and independent booksellers and book reps who have been recommending my titles. Without you I would be lost. And a special shout out to the fine folks on Facebook and Twitter, who keep me honest.
A lot of research went into this novel—and several websites and books helped tremendously. I would be remiss if I didn’t single out SurvivalCache.com, which ended up being a daily resource. If you’re interested in “prepping” or simply some common sense precautions to take if you live in a nasty weather zone, I highly recommend getting to know Joel and the crew.
Finally, I must say thank you to my family. To my mom, who cheers me on daily, and my daddy, who takes me golfing to get away from the stress of writing. And as always, for Randy, who never seems to tire of hearing various plot points over dinner, no matter how bizarre. I love you, honey. And I like you a lot, too.
ISBN: 9781459248977
EDGE OF BLACK
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