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Samantha had kicked off her shoe and reached across to nudge Toby’s shoe playfully like he’d done to hers only moments ago, only to slide her foot along his ankle, meeting bare skin above his sock before she realized he’d already kicked off his own shoe to play with her foot again…
Her foot was sliding along his slowly, feeling every inch and realizing that he had quite large feet. She blushed at the thoughts her mind was wandering to and gazed at him, meeting his eyes, and sighing softly.
His eyes widened.
“Toby, what time Sunday?” her father repeated.
“Sex,” he blurted out, instead of saying ‘six’.
… And a series of things unfolded all at once within seconds.
Both Toby and her father shot to their feet, her father reaching for him immediately over the table. Samantha got up, hollering at her father, trying to explain, while her mother burst out laughing uproariously at Toby’s slip of the tongue and got up, shaking her head, to get her cell phone that was ringing in the kitchen.
“Daddy! DADDY! NO! NO, STOP IT!” Samantha came around the table, throwing herself bodily on her father’s arms as he grabbed Toby’s shirt to drag him away from the table, so he could teach the man some manners! Her head ended up in-between both of theirs, causing the trio to stand there stunned as all three heads connected painfully… only to realize that her mother was upset in the distance.
“Delilah… he will not kill Luke. No, honey… where’s Armadillo? He’s what? She’s what? Ohhhh no… okay. Yeah, don’t call the police. No, this is going to be a mess. We are on the way.”
Harley hesitated and quickly hung up before dialing.
“Honey, what’s going on?” her father asked bluntly, releasing Toby.
“Did you know?” Harley asked, looking at Toby pointedly.
“Know what?”
“Nicolette is pregnant… and Luke is the daddy?”
“WHAT?” Samantha and Toby exclaimed at once, before Toby spoke quickly. “No, I didn’t know – and Samantha, are you okay, darling? How’s your head?”
He immediately turned to look at her, inspecting her forehead and whispering to her.
“Yeah, I’m sorry I was teasing you,” she replied softly, looking up at Toby. “You’re not mad?”
“No…” he chuckled nervously, keeping his voice low. “You can play footsies anytime with me, but let’s stay away from your father to do that. I can’t think when you give me a look like that or touch me anywhere,” he smiled shyly.
Her father whirled around and pointed at the two of them.
“That’s why all of THIS is a problem!” he snapped. “Where’s Valkyrie?”
“On his way to Luke’s…”
“Where’s Armadillo?”
“On his way also…”
“He’s gonna kill that kid…”
“That’s what Delilah said…” Her mom began and then turned to the phone. “Hunter? Oh, thank God you answered. Listen – stop whatever it is and drive to Luke’s apartment. Just stall Valkyrie until we get there. What? No, I’m serious. Yes, you! Look, you are the closest and Luke got Valkyrie’s daughter pregnant…”
Her mother held the phone away from her ear, and all they could hear was wild laughter in the background.
“SHUT UP, HUNTER - AND GO!” her mother screamed in the phone, before hanging it up. Samantha had never seen her mother holler at anyone, much less her own twin, until now… and it was terrifying. She patted her hair, trying to calm down, and looked at them all pointedly.
“Jackson, get the car. Samantha, grab the first-aid kit on the top of the fridge. Toby, get your car too because we might need help to transport the bodies… and do me a huge favor?”
“Anything, Mrs. Sloan…” Toby said immediately, looking up at her mother. Right now, he was on their team, no matter what her father said at this moment… and it was obvious.
… And a little thrilling.
