A Seal's Desire. Tawny Weber

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СКАЧАТЬ No.” Sammi shook her head. “I’m not wearing two dresses.”

      Completely ignoring her, Mrs. Ross continued to roar around the room like a steamroller, bustling from the dress to her sewing basket and back again like a wide orange blur against the elegant blue room.

      “You wear the formal one for the ceremony and after the first dance, this similar but less formal one for the reception.” Seeing Sammi’s mutinous expression, Mrs. Ross pursed her lips, then added, “Once I’d explained to Mr. Barclay that second dresses are all the trend, he agreed that it was a perfect idea.”

      Sammi eyed the dress, then the martinet with the measuring tape. She wanted to protest. She wanted to put her foot down. She wanted to elope, dammit. But Sterling’s words about how important the wedding was rang in her ears. She unbuttoned her blouse.

      “Tattoos are trendy, too,” Sammi muttered as the woman helped her into the dress, then pinned and tucked. “Were you planning on just me getting one, or the entire wedding party?”

      “Perfect.” Mrs. Ross walked around Sammi ten minutes later, inspecting every inch. “The fit is just right. I have an idea for straps, though, for the more vigorous dancing. The fabric is in my car. Hold on. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

      And with that, she was gone.

      Leaving Sammi trapped in her second dress.

      She debated calling down for one of the staff to come unbutton her, but before she could decide if it was worth the inevitable drama, her cell phone rang from the pocket of her cargo pants.

      “Sterling?” she answered with a laugh. “I thought you were just down the hall using my—”

      “Sammi, listen,” Sterling interrupted, his words an urgent rush. “Don’t say anything, just listen to me.”

      “What’s wrong? Sterling, are you okay?” Her stomach leaden with fear, Sammi dropped to the bed. The dress fluffed around her legs like small chiffon clouds.

      “Look, something’s come up. Something important.” His voice choked for a moment, then, sounding as if he were in pain, he continued. “I’m going to be away for a few days. Maybe a week. You have to cover for me.”

      “What’s going on?” Fear was bubbling to the surface now, threatening to choke her. She pushed off the bed and headed for the door. “I thought you were in my office. When did you leave?”

      She rushed down the hall toward her office, stopping short at the sight of the mess. The chair lay on its side, one wheel missing. Papers covered her desk, looking as if they’d been thrown like confetti and her computer monitor flashed from black to blue and back again.

      “Oh, my God,” she breathed. “Sterling, are you in trouble? Should I call the police? I’m going to call your father.”

      “No!” His breath came over the line sounding as shaky as the nerves in Sammi’s stomach. “Don’t call anybody. That’ll make it worse. Just do what I asked.”

      No way in hell.

      Sammi didn’t say a word, but apparently that was as good as declaring intent, because there was a scuffling sound.

      “Prove it to her,” she heard a mean voice order.

      “Who is that? Where are you, Sterling?”

      There was a grunt, then a wheezing sound. Sammi ran to the landline. She didn’t care what he said. She was calling the cops.

      “I’m switching to video call,” Sterling said before she could lift the receiver. “Sammi, look at it.”

      With trembling fingers, she slowly pulled the phone away from her ear to look at the screen. And let out a small cry.

      Sterling’s face was bruised, his hair disheveled and his eyes filled with pleading. Her heart was trembling as hard as her hands now.

      “Sammi—”

      “Shut it.”

      Sterling shut it so fast, she saw his teeth snap together.

      More scared to see how easily he acquiesced than she’d been already, Sammi tried to breathe through the panic. Her toes dug into the cool satin of her gilded wedding shoes, her fist clenched tight the fabric of her dress.

      “Here’s the deal,” that same mean voice growled from offscreen. “You want him back, you do exactly what we say. You don’t do it exactly, you won’t be needing that pretty white dress.”

      The meaty hand shifted so the barrel of a gun pressed alongside Sterling’s cheek.

      “Yes,” Sammi gasped. “Whatever you want. I’ll do whatever you want.”

      “Don’t tell anyone about this call. Don’t tell anyone he’s missing. You make damned sure that nobody has a clue.” Already menacing, the voice lowered to send chills of terror down Sammi’s spine. “If you don’t, we’ll know. And we’ll make him pay.”

      “Listen to them,” Sterling insisted, his expression showing the same apprehension Sammi felt. “Sammi, do exactly what they tell you. Just cover for me. Make excuses. Find a way to make sure that nobody questions my being away. If you can do that, everything will be okay.”

      “But—”

      The cell phone went black. They’d ended the call. Sammi tried to breathe, but the panic kept bubbling up in her throat.

      What was she supposed to do?

      She couldn’t just pretend everything was okay.

      But what choice did she have?

      Her head pounded in time with the black dots dancing in her eyes, her heart throbbing so fast, so loud, that she could barely breathe.

      She wanted to call Mr. Barclay and beg him to fix this. To find his son, bring him back.

      But the menacing warning still sounded in her ears, a loud and clear hissing threat that terrified her to her very core.

      Sammi pressed her lips tight.

      She couldn’t tell Mr. Barclay.

      They’d kill Sterling if she did.

      But she couldn’t just trust that it’d work out. That the creeps with the ugly guns would keep their promise. Why would they? What did they want with Sterling, anyway? Nothing good, she was sure. But if they wanted a ransom, why didn’t they want Mr. Barclay to know?

      Her head was spinning too fast for Sammi to find any of those answers. All she could do was lean against the wall and try to suck in air. She clenched the phone tight to her chest, but couldn’t bring herself to call anyone. Not with the threats ringing so clearly in her head.

      She had to do something.

      Anything.

      Then, out of the blue, she remembered.

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