Page 53 of The Doctor's Promise
“I will.”
After his parentshad finally been persuaded that he was safe and well, Rafa and Noemi shared a soak in his tub. Noemi washed his cuts, kissing each one as he smiled at her. His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs stroking over her nipples. Even this early on in her pregnancy, her breasts were fuller, riper, and with her dark hair hanging in damp strands down her back, she looked almost ethereal.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, and she smiled shyly.
“As long as you think so.”
She smoothed his curls back from his face, her brown eyes full of love and concern. “If anything had happened to you…”
“I’m fine; I’m good.” He felt like a parrot, repeating the same thing.
“Rafa?”
“Yes, babe?”
Noemi sighed, hesitating. “There’s something I didn’t tell you. I didn’t think it was worth… no, that’s not true, I just…”
Rafa grinned. “Just tell me, boo.”
She took a deep breath in. “A few weeks ago, the day I told you we were having twins, I had an argument with a guy at Alki Beach. He was being a creeper, and I told him where to get off. No biggie, it happens to us women all the time. Later, though, after I came to your office, I went back to the car, and there was a Polaroid picture left on my windshield.”
“Of?”
“Of me. In the baby store earlier that day.”
Rafa felt the shock of her revelation. “What? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because, truthfully, nothing came of it.”
“But someone was watching you?”
“Must have been. Nothing has happened since but with the bombing… maybe we should be more vigilant.”
Rafa sat in silence for a long time, thinking. He would give all the money in the world that this was something to do with Zani’s dealings in Europe. Had Zani gotten involved with some psycho drug dealers? He wouldn’t put it past his brother. The thought of Noemi being stalked made him feel sick. “Tomorrow, first thing, I’m going to get the FBI involved. Do you still have the photograph?”
She nodded. “Yes, and I have a picture of the guy who harassed me in the park.”
Rafa smiled. “Good girl. God, Noe, why didn’t you tell me?”
“We had other things to talk about.” She pressed her lips to his. “You must be exhausted.”
Rafa smiled, his lips curving up against hers. “I could be more tired…”
Noemi chuckled. “Are you sure? I mean, you’ve been through a traumatic experience and…” She grinned mischievously, “…you’re not a young man anymore and… oww, oww, stop!”
She giggled as he tickled her in retribution for her teasing then he lifted her onto his lap, his cock responding to her touch as she reached between his legs. “Baby, if nothing else, you know how to make me feel better.”
Noemi chuckled. “Nothing like a good screw after a bombing.” She winced. “No, nope. Not ready to make jokes about it yet.”
“Hey, hey, I’m here. Nothing’s going to take me away from you and our children. Nothing.” He cupped her cheek, but Noemi shook her head.
“No jokes. This is serious, baby.”
Rafa sighed, lifting her off of his lap, his erection fading. “I admit, I’m weary. What a day.”
“I can make you relax, baby. Let’s go to bed, and you can sleep.”
They went to bed and held each other, talking quietly until they fell asleep.
