Arrested Passion
Chapter two

If someone had asked Lucky way he agreed to help Sam, he wouldn't have an answer. He drove to an abandoned cabin his father use to use to hide out. He agreed to serve and uphold the law, which just all went out the window.

"What is this place?" Sam asked as she followed Lucky up the walkway. She kept her eyes alert and her hand in close reach to the gun; she wasn't in a very trusting mood.

"A cabin, no one will think to look for you here and not many people know about it. You can stay here until you figure something else out." Lucky said as he led her inside and turned on a few lights to see but not draw attention.

"Thanks." Sam looked around the dimmed living room and the kitchen that was close by. It was an old place with a homey feeling to it.

"What are you planning to do?" Lucky asked, drawing her attention back to him.

"I need to find the truth for one and stay out of sight long enough to do it." Sam said as ideas ran through her head. She sat down on the raggedy sofa just to send a sharp pain through her arm.

"What happened?" Lucky asked when he saw her wince.

"It's not pain free running from cops chasing your tail, even if you have a gun. I banged my shoulder, no big deal." Sam said as she glanced at him once more, wishing he would just leave already.

"Let me see." Lucky walked over to the sofa and sat beside her.

It was easier not to fight him; Sam was too tired for much of anything. She shrugged off her jacket and revealed her bare shoulder. She felt his finger tips lightly touch the swollen skin; the light caress sent a river of flutters through her stomach. He was sitting so close that she inhaled his fresh scent of soap and aftershave. It had been so long since her body reacted to man, the last year was business and only business. Just stop thinking about it, she told herself but that only made it worse.

"You broke skin."

Sam almost jumped at the sound of his voice because it was so unexpected. "Huh?"

"Whatever you banged into, you broke skin, you're bleeding." Lucky told her as he searched her face for an answer to where she was a second ago.

"No big deal." Sam said as she stood from the sofa and grabbed her jacket. "Thanks for the help but you can go now." She said.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily." Lucky said as she stood from the sofa as well. "You want answers, so do I. It's why I became a cop because I can't leave things unanswered. I believed you when you said you didn't kill Russo but I also have to find the real killer. It's my case and the best way to do that is sticking with you." He said his piece and waited for her to object because he was sure she would.

"No." Sam dragged out the word as she slowly paced around the living room. "I don't want or need your help; you'll be in the way. It's my family, my problem. Just go back into town and be Mr. Cop and forget about me."

"I can't do that Sam." Lucky honestly admitted. "If you try and do this alone you can end up the same way, dead." He felt he had to point out because maybe she would see it his way.

Sam looked at him, stared at him for what seemed like forever before she spoke. "Why do you care?"

"I just do."

"Oh this is the good guy not wanting someone's death on his hands?" Sam asked.

"Something like that." Lucky said with a shrug.

"Go find someone who needs it, I don't." Sam snapped as she walked past him but not getting too far.

Lucky grabbed her forearm to keep her in front of him. "You don't get it, wherever you go, I go." He let go but neither of them moved.

"I got away from a police station full of cops, I can get away from you." Sam warned him.

Lucky looked at the little woman standing in front of him, he couldn't help but grin. "You can try." He walked away from her and headed to the kitchen. "Want something?" he called out as she searched the place.

"Aren't you being missed or something? A girlfriend or some family member? You can't follow my every move." Sam explained as she stayed standing where she was.

"No girlfriend, not any family that needs me. And I can follow your every move." Lucky simply explained as he still made his way around the kitchen.

"Oh I get it, you're bored and that's why you want to do this. But I got one you can't talk your way out of, work Mr. Cop. You need to go to work, in that time you can't watch me." Sam pointed out, feeling a little proud. One way or another she had to ditch Lucky.

Lucky turned around and just smiled at her.

Sam stomped her foot. "Damn you have an answer for this too right?"

"Just get some sleep; you look like you need it." Lucky suggested.

"Fine." Sam said, walking away to the back hall. Tomorrow she would get rid of Lucky, right now she couldn't. There was too much on her mind and her body just wanted to collapse.

The next morning Sam slowly woke up, not wanting to but something, a smell got her to rise. Her stomach was growing, following the nice scent of food to the kitchen. "What are you doing?" she asked as she leaned her tired body against the wall.

"You need to eat and so do I. When I was sure you were knocked out for the night I headed out and bought some stuff. Sit." Lucky vastly explained as he made his way around the kitchen with plates and glasses of juice. "Drink that." He said once she sat down.

Sam watched him with curious eyes. "You're bossy." She thought as it came out of her mouth. "But thanks." She didn't really know what to say. No one had ever made her breakfast before or wanted to help the way Lucky Spencer had. "Where'd you learn how to cook?" she asked as he set the plate before her.

"Living alone you pick up on something."

"You're right about living alone and picking up on things but cooking I wouldn't know. I'm a takeout out girl, give me a menu and I'm good to go." Sam explained, shocking herself that she said anything about her personal life, it just came so easily.

Lucky joined her at the table. "Eat up because after this we have work to do."

Isabelle A.