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The same went for Sammy.
He’d put off me meeting the rest of his family. Not because he was embarrassed of me, or because he didn’t want me to meet them, but because he wanted the time with just me.
And I couldn’t argue with that, because I felt that it was sweet that he wanted to get to know me first before sharing me.
“You got a text,” I said as I fell into the couch next to Sammy. “It’s finger lickin’ good.”
We both ignored that.
“What does it say?” he asked, not bothering to lift his hand to reach for his phone.
I snuggled in deeper and picked it up, holding the phone in front of his face for a few seconds, but he never looked down to unlock it.
“You gotta look down,” I said as I rolled my eyes.
“Just type in the password,” he said, not taking his eyes away from the screen. “7373.”
I felt something in my throat get lodged there.
“You trust me with your password?” I teased.
He looked down at me. “I trust you with my kid.”
For emphasis, he curled his arm tighter around me and placed his hand over my barely-there belly.
“That’s true,” I teased as I typed in the code and read the message.
“It’s from Sierra,” I said. “She said, ‘Mayday, Supermarket Sweep is on Amazon Prime.’”
“Text her back asking what episode she’s on,” he said as he backed out of the YouTube video he was watching to go into Amazon Prime.
From there he started going through the shows until he found Supermarket Sweep.
Then he proceeded to queue up the first video.
His phone pinged again, and I said, “This one is from Louis.”
“What does it say?” he asked in disinterest.
“It says that he wants to go tubing down the river.” I paused. “This weekend. And he wants you to come.”
Sammy frowned, scrunching up his nose.
When he didn’t answer, I thought that was the end of it, and went back to the laptop that was in my lap.
I was on the last couple thousand words in my book, and at the part where the man would finally win back his woman.
I was so engrossed in writing that at first I didn’t notice Sammy looking at me.
“Would you like to go tubing with us?” he asked.
I looked over, blinking slightly as I tried to refocus on him and not my current work in progress.
“I’m sorry, but what?” I asked, batting my eyes.
He grinned. “I asked if you wanted to go tubing with us.”
I frowned, my eyebrows pinching together slightly. “Who’s us?”
“A couple of the guys, their wives/girlfriends, I think maybe my sister and a few random friends belonging to the ladies,” he said. “This weekend is supposed to be in the nineties. It’s the last really good weekend before shit starts to get cold. And, bonus, people aren’t going to be out floating the river because they think it’s too cold.”
“Is it too cold?” I asked curiously.
He shrugged. “If you get cold, you can sit with me.”
My mouth twisted into a smile. “How long does it take to get there, and will you care if I read on my Kindle while we float? I have some edits I have to make, but I really would like to go with you.”
It honestly sounded like a lot of fun. And I was always up for a new adventure that I could put in my books.
And spend some time with his friends and get to know them as more than the ‘woman Samuel Adams knocked up and is seeing now.’
Not that they’d say that to my face.
But I’d heard quite a bit about it the day that I’d gone to the police station a couple of days before when I’d needed to research the inside of a police station for a new book I was working on.
Oh, and the fact that my man was there wasn’t something that hurt, either.
“Sure.” He paused. “But is a Kindle waterproof?”
I shrugged. “It is. I got the one that they say is waterproof, anyway.”
He clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “I think you’ll have fun. Have you ever been tubing before?”
I shook my head. “No. I don’t even know where you go tubing at. The closest I’ve ever been to it is at the lazy river when Six Flags used to be known as Hurricane Harbor.”
Hurricane Harbor/Six Flags was a water park in Arlington, Texas. Which was about two hours away from us.
We’d gone there a lot when we were kids.
Aurora and I had some damn good times in that lazy river hanging off of my dad’s tube.
“Canyon Lake,” he said. “The Brazos River to be specific.”
That meant nothing to me, but I was getting excited now.
“I’ll have to ask my boss if I can take some time off,” I teased.
He rolled over on the couch and pinned me underneath of him, causing my heart to race.
