Save Me, Santa: 5 Holiday Stories of Romance & Suspense

by Nina Bruhns

  Reid considered that possibility. “I suppose she could have, but there isn’t a car here.” He walked through the room, checked the bathroom, then looked inside the closet. Shoes were scattered on the floor.

  Odd. Lucy prided herself on her shoes and kept them in the shoeboxes or the little gloved cases the boutiques wrapped them in as if they were gold.

  His gaze scanned the closet again. A pair of black lace panties lay on the floor, torn in the crotch.

  “Reid?” Sophie asked.

  “I don’t see a suitcase. If a friend is staying here, wouldn’t they have brought an overnight bag?”

  “Probably,” Sophie said, sounding worried.

  “And Lucy’s closet… it’s a wreck. Her shoes are everywhere.”

  “You’re right. Something’s wrong,” Sophie said. “Let me call you back in a second. I’ll call her agent and see where she’s staying.”

  Reid breathed deeply. “Good. I’ll feel better if I know she’s safe.”

  Because if she wasn’t here or hadn’t loaned her place to a friend, someone had broken in, pawed through her clothes and made himself at home.

  A siren wailed in the distance, and Reid decided to look around downstairs. Maybe Lucy had left a notepad with the name of her hotel.

  His phone buzzed again, and he punched connect. “Sophie?”

  “Reid, Lucy’s agent said he never called her for an audition.”

  Reid heaved a sigh. “Then she’s dumping me.”

  “We don’t know that,” Sophie said. “Besides, if she was, she would have told me. And she’s not returning my calls either.”

  Now he was worried. The siren wailed closer, and he jogged down the stairs.

  “I’ll call you if I hear from her,” Sophie said, then the phone went dead.

  Just as Reid reached the foyer, the front door burst open and a roly-poly policeman rushed through the door, his gun drawn. “Police, don’t move.”

  Reid froze and threw his hands up in surrender. What the hell?

  A noise sounded from the kitchen, footsteps pounded, and another officer barreled around the corner, his gun drawn. “You’re under arrest!”

  Reid swallowed hard. “What’s going on?”

  The officer grabbed his arm. “Turn around and spread ‘em.”

  Reid choked back a curse as the officer shoved him against the wall.

  “Why are you arresting me?” Reid asked as the cop frisked him.

  “Breaking and entering for starters.”

  “I didn’t break in, my girlfriend lives here.”

  “Yeah, right,” the officer growled.

  “It’s true,” Reid said. “Just call her and she’ll tell you.” Of course, she’d have to answer the damn phone first.

  “Shut up and walk to the car,” the second officer snapped. “You can tell it all to the judge.”

  Cop one frowned. “Not that it will do any good, buddy. Stalking a woman is serious stuff.”

  “Stalking?” Reid asked. “I’m not stalking Lucy, I’m in love with her.”

  “Uh-huh,” Roly-poly muttered. “We’ve heard that before.”

  “It’s true,” Reid said. “I love Lucy.”

  “Yeah,” cop two said. “Stalking all right. Poor woman.”

  Poor woman. She was off auditioning in L.A. with God knows what kind of hunk of an actor, maybe even playing touch-feely between the sheets, while he was being arrested for trying to surprise her with a Christmas tree.

  “Please,” he said, vying for calm. “You have to listen, let me explain.”

  “You can explain what you did to Lucy,” cop one said as the second cop raced up the steps. “Where is she?”

  “I told you; she’s in L.A.,” Reid said between clenched teeth.

  “Right,” cop one said as he twisted his arm. “Listen, buddy, we’ll go easier on you if you just confess.”

  “Confess to what?” Reid barked.

  “To stalking and kidnapping,” the cop said.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Reid said. “I’m telling you, Lucy is my girlfriend and—”

  “You are sick,” cop one muttered beneath his breath.

  What? Reid’s shoulders snapped back as the guy pushed him toward the door. “You’re making a mistake.”

  Cop two rushed down the steps, his jowls jiggling. “Nothing upstairs. But it looks like the freak has been wallowing in her underwear on the bed.”

  “I have not,” Reid bellowed.

  “Shut up, you pervert,” cop number two growled. “I hate your kind. You probably can’t even get it up.”

  Panic mingled with anger making Reid want to spit. But common sense kicked in and warned him that wouldn’t be a good idea.

  Then cop one dragged Reid onto the front lawn where blue lights twirled against the darkness. “You’re going to be sorry,” he muttered as the officer shoved his head down and pushed him in the back seat.

  “That sounds like a threat,” cop two mumbled.

  “Damn right it does,” the other cop said. “Let’s add threatening an officer to the charges.”

  Reid gritted his teeth as the officer slammed the car door. Dad blast it, he’d keep his mouth shut until he reached the police station. Then he’d demand his phone call and figure out what the hell was going on.

  And why these bozos thought he was stalking Lucy.

  * * *

  Emmet pressed the boa over his mouth to stifle a laugh as the police car roared away.

  Did that bastard really think Lucy loved him when she belonged to Emmet?

  At least the cops had taken care of the smuck. Obviously hammerhead didn’t know where Lucy was or he would have called her to verify his story.

  A stroke of luck for him.

  Except he still had no idea where Lucy was.

  He slipped from the closet, Lucy’s boa wrapped around his neck.

  He had to find her before the cops realized they had the wrong guy.

  He grabbed his phone and sprawled on her bed, draping her underwear over him.

  “The police must have alerted Lucy,” he told his friend when he answered. “I think she left town. I need a trace on her phone.”

  “Are you sure you want to go that route?”

  “Just do it,” he said impatiently.

  His buddy made a clicking sound with his teeth. “All right. You should know something by tomorrow.”

  Emmet ended the call, then found a local reporter’s name from the newspaper on the table and called the number. A young woman named Jewel. She was probably hungry for a story.

  “I have an anonymous tip,” he said. “Police just arrested a stalker at the home of Lucy Lane.”

  “Who is this?” Jewel asked.

  “I don’t want my name mentioned, but I witnessed the arrest myself. The man’s name is Emmet Roach. He escaped prison and broke into Lucy’s house.”

  “Thanks,” Jewel said. “I appreciate the information.”

  “Good, I’m sure Miss Lane wants to know she can come home for Christmas.”

  He dropped the phone in its cradle, then closed his eyes and imagined being with Lucy.

  She’d wear the red lace teddy trimmed in white lace, the one he’d put in her stocking. He’d dress like Santa Claus and pretend to come down the chimney, then they’d strip, and he’d dribble eggnog on her belly and lick it off.

  Then they’d make love on the floor in front of the fireplace.

  Everything would be perfect. They’d get married and welcome the new year as man and wife.

  Yep, Santa was finally coming to see him this year. It was going to be a jolly, jolly Christmas and a happy new year!

  Chapter Five

  Reid struggled to remain calm as he was fingerprinted, processed and tossed into jail.

  Lance was going to kill him.

  He’d seen the inside of a cell when he was a teenager, but that was half a lifetime ago when he’d been angry and rebellious.

  Now he had a bu
siness with his brother and was respected in the community. If his arrest got out, it could cause problems for their company.

  A prisoner in the next holding cell banged on the bars, ranting about aliens while two drunks in the cell next to him demolished Ninety-nine Bottles of Beer on the Wall with their slurred singing.

  Reid gripped the bars and bellowed his innocence. “Give me my phone call. I’m innocent.”

  “Shut up,” the alien guy said.

  He yelled again, but no one came. Dammit, why wouldn’t they listen to him?

  Did he look like a crazed stalker?

  The tattooed skinhead in the cell with him played drums on his legs with his hands while a cross-dresser in a Mrs. Santa outfit whined in the corner, insisting he hadn’t been soliciting in front of the fancy B & B where he’d been picked up.

  It was going to be a long damn night.

  He stared at the clock and paced the cell. But as the minutes rolled into hours and midnight struck, his mind traveled down a dark path.

  If the police thought he was stalking Lucy, they had a reason. The fact that she’d rushed him away added to his anxiety.

  Come to think of it, he hadn’t actually seen her leave her apartment.

  What if something had happened to her?

  He mentally reviewed the facts. She was upset after that phone call the other morning. And tonight, her clothes and shoes had been scattered all over the place as if someone had rifled through them. As if someone was staying there.

  Either Lucy was cheating on him, or she was… in trouble.

  He gripped the bars of the cell and yelled for the guard. He just couldn’t sit in this cell and rot if Lucy needed him.

  “I need my phone call,” he yelled again.

  The skinhead next to him laughed. “Good luck with that one, buddy. They usually make you wait twenty-four hours.”

  Twenty-four hours?

  Reid yelled again and banged on the bars until his voice was hoarse. But the skinhead was right.

  No one came.

  Finally he sank onto the floor in the corner and closed his eyes. He’d tough it out tonight, but in the morning, they’d better give him his call.

  He just hoped something bad hadn’t happened to Lucy.

  * * *

  Lucy laughed as the women gathered around, listening to Ellen read sex tips from a book on sex for seniors that she’d received in her Secret Santa gift bag.

  “Do you have a boyfriend, Taylor?” Sue asked.

  Lucy polished off her peppermint martini. “Well, yes, I do.”

  “What is he like?” DeEtte asked.

  “I bet he’s a hunk with a six-pack,” Nelda said.

  “Yeah, and not one with Bud’s name on it,” Ellen joked.

  “Are you two doing the deed?” Mae asked.

  Lucy laughed. “You mean sex?”

  Willene narrowed her eyes. “You don’t have to get personal, Mae. Just because getting laid is all you think about doesn’t mean everyone else thinks about it all the time.”

  “I wished men thought about it more,” Sue mumbled.

  “Of course they’re doing it,” DeEtte said. “All the young folks do it.”

  “You know what they say about not buying the cow if you’ve had the milk,” Ellen said.

  “That’s just old fashioned,” Mae said.

  “Taylor?” DeEtte said. “Is he good to you? I mean does he satisfy you?”

  Lucy blushed. “Well, yes, he does,” she said, remembering the wicked things he did with his tongue. “It’s just… I don’t know if he wants to ever get married.”

  “Oh, no, one of those commitaholis,” Sue offered.

  “Commitaphobics,” Ellen corrected.

  “You have to give them a little incentive,” Mae said.

  Willene frowned. “I don’t think baking pies works for the young kids.”

  “My coconut cake gets me some loving every time, “ Ellen said.

  Inez made a tsking sound to Ellen. “But we’re talking about marriage, not getting someone in the sack.”

  Nelda raised her eyebrows and winked. “Honey, the secret is to keep him guessing.”

  Ellen murmured Amen. “Yep, keep him fed and sexed up, and he’ll be faithful.”

  Lucy fidgeted. All this talk about sex only made her ache for Reid. “Thanks for all the advice, ladies, but I’m going to turn in now.” Although she might ask Ellen and Mae for their recipes later. She had conquered the sex thing, but she couldn’t cook worth a damn.

  “Don’t forget your Secret Santa bag,” Mae said as Lucy stood.

  Lucy eyed it as if she thought spiders might crawl out of it any minute, but retrieved it and headed to the door.

  The women dispersed, agreeing that Ellen would pass her new book around when she was finished.

  The clock struck midnight, and Lucy scanned the Sunset Vista property as she carried the Secret Santa bag back to her unit.

  Everyone in the group had a Secret Santa except her.

  So who had left her a gift?

  She checked over her shoulder again, then let herself inside the condo and flipped on the light. Nerves skittered through her as she scanned the living room/kitchen combination. Everything looked the same. The plain beige walls and sofa, the bowl of fruit Wallace had ordered to be sent to the condo, the painting of the seashore, and the calendar that reminded her how many days she’d been gone.

  And how many days until Christmas day.

  Frustrated that Wallace hadn’t caught Emmet, she checked the bathroom and bedroom. Her underwear drawer was closed. A good sign Emmet hadn’t been here.

  The photo she’d brought with her of Reid stared at her from the bedside table. Tears threatened, but she swallowed them back.

  Wallace would catch Emmet soon. He had to. Then she could go home and everything would be all right.

  Resigned, she walked back to the kitchen, fixed herself a cosmo, then

  pushed the tissue paper in her gift bag aside. Surprise stole through her as she lifted a slinky red halter dress from inside.

  A card fluttered to the floor, and she picked it up and read it.

  A pretty dress for a beautiful woman.

  A shiver rippled through her. It was exactly the type of sexy dress Emmet would have chosen.

  Had he found her?

  Her finger shook as the punched Wallace’s number. He didn’t answer, so she left a message.

  “Call me. I have to know if Emmet’s found me.”

  Her hand trembled as she stuffed the dress back inside the bag.

  Then she carried her drink to her patio. A cruise boat sailed by, Christmas lights twinkling. Voices and laughter drifted to her in the breeze. A party was on board, Christmas carols wafting through the air.

  Lucy had never seen anything so beautiful in her life.

  But she had never been so lonely either.

  Twice she’d walked along Venetian Drive down to Atlantic and strolled the streets, which were filled with tourists and locals enjoying the coffee shops and restaurants. She’d even gotten a little shopping in.

  Yet each step she’d taken, she’d searched the crowd for Emmet, afraid he was watching her.

  Even now, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was lurking in one of those small fishing boats docked along the pier.

  * * *

  2 days until Christmas

  Reid woke to the sound of a rhinoceroses growling. No, a pack of them.

  A symphony of similar sounds roared through the cellblock, reminding him he hadn’t spent the night in his own bed.

  That he’d been arrested for stalking the woman he loved.

  It was also Christmas Eve, he had no gift for Lucy, and not a clue where she was.

  Footsteps clattered, the sound of a baton banging the cell doors echoing, then a guard stopped in front of him. “Reid Summers. Come with me. A federal marshal wants to talk to you.”

  Reid’s heart tripped a beat. A federal marshal?

  Keys jangl
ed as the guard unlocked the cell door and gestured for Reid to go with him. Reid followed beside the man, reminding himself to remain calm.

  If he acted like a crazed person, they’d lock him back up.

  Five minutes later he was seated in an interrogation room, his handcuffed hands splayed on the table. A low light hung over the scarred table, the room bare except for the table and three straight chairs.

  He tapped his foot on the floor while he waited, straightening when a tall silver-haired man entered. His face looked slightly haggard, his eyes steely gray.

  “Mr. Summers,” he said. “My name is Marshal Bannister.”

  “What’s going on?” Reid asked.

  Marshal Bannister folded his arms. “What were you doing in Lucy Lane’s apartment?”

  Frustration knotted every muscle in Reid’s body. “She’s my girlfriend.”

  The marshal’s eyes flickered with interest. “Is that so?”

  “Yes,” Reid said. “We’ve been dating for the past few months.”

  “Hmm.” The marshal studied him. “She didn’t mention you to me.”

  “Why would she?” Reid asked. For cripes sake, surely Lucy wasn’t two-timing him with this crusty codger.

  Marshal Bannister leaned forward. “Listen, Mr. Summers, this is serious. According to the police, you broke in and Miss Lane’s clothing and shoes had been strewn across her bed and closet.”

  “First of all, Lucy showed me where she keeps the spare key,” Reid said. Although come to think of it, why hadn’t she given him a key? Because she didn’t want him catching her with another man? “And second, I didn’t make that mess.”

  “When did you last see Lucy?”

  Reid mentally counted back the days. “Six days ago. I spent the night with her, then she received a phone call from her agent saying he’d scheduled an audition for Lucy. She packed in a hurry and I left. I haven’t heard from her since.”

  “So what were you doing at her place last night?”

  He hesitated. If Lucy was trying to dump him, he was going to look like the biggest fool ever.

  “Mr. Summers?” Marshal Bannister said tersely.

  “I wanted to surprise her with a Christmas tree.”

  The man’s mouth tightened, but Reid thought he was fighting a smile. “Was anyone at her apartment when you arrived?”

  “No,” Reid answered. “At least I didn’t find anyone there. But the stove was hot as if someone had just used it, and there was a bubble bath waiting in the tub.”