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“You know why.”
His pain is palpable. “You won’t even give me a chance. We were good together, baby. And yes, I fucked up. I fucked up epically, but my love for you has always been true. I tried to move on. I’m doing all this because you asked me to, but to know that you still love me…I can’t just stand by and…”
Everything is happening so fast. His words are a rush of emotion, but when he dives forward and tries to kiss me, I get my head back in the game and almost give myself whiplash as I recoil back. “No, Sam, don’t.” I place my trembling hand out in front of me to stop him from advancing. This is not why I told him. I needed to unload what I was feeling so we could talk, and I could hopefully take one step closer to figuring out what to do.
My rejection clearly hurts him. “Don’t what? Love you? Too bad, I will never stop.”
This has spiraled too quickly, and although I didn’t know what to expect, I don’t like the direction it’s headed. Call me a fool, but I am still Saxon’s girl and kissing Sam is so,sowrong.
“I have to go.” I turn to leave because this conversation is going nowhere. But Sam reaches out and enfolds me into his arms. My back presses against his chest, but the contact still feels amiss.
“I will never give up, and if there is even a small shred of hope that you’d leave him to be with me…then I will fight to the bitter end.” And only then does he let me go.
My shaky legs barely hold me up, but I manage to stumble out the door, unscathed. I fear he might follow me but am thankful when it’s just me out here in the wilderness, wondering what the hell to do.
I’m restless. And that could be because I’m utterly confused.
Sam left me alone after my confession went down in flames. I don’t know what I expected to happen, but having him attempt to kiss me was not on my radar. However, his actions confirmed the next step. I need to move out. I can’t be around him because his words, his touch, they will cloud my judgment, and I need a clear head.
With that decided, I’m going to call Hayley. I’m certain she’s back from vacation. I understand she’s probably got a ton of paperwork to catch up on, but I’m desperate. Reaching for my laptop, I want to ensure she hasn’t emailed me before I call.
Emails from work flood my inbox. Opening a message from my associate over in Syria with the subject line that reads URGENT, I brace myself for what the context entails.
Lucy,
I know you said you can’t leave Montana right now, but we could really use you over here. I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate…but I am.
Morgana.
Short and sweet because there are no two ways about it. I knew things were bad. But this just verifies it’s worse than I thought.
Sighing, I reach for my cell and dial Hayley. I’m expecting it to go to voicemail but am taken aback when a friendly voice answers.
“Hayley?” I ask, wondering if I’ve got the wrong number as I was not expecting her to answer.
“Yes, this is Hayley.”
Finally, I catch a break. “Hi, Hayley. My name is Lucy. I’ve emailed you a few times. My apologies for bombarding your inbox.”
She laughs lightly. “That’s quite all right. How can I help you?”
I like her already. Her friendly nature instantly puts me at ease. “I own a ranch, and I want to sell. As soon as possible. I know you’ve been on vacation…”
“Vacation? Ha! I wish. Are you sure you’ve got the right number? My boss is a slave driver, but don’t tell him that.”
On any other day, I’d appreciate her humor, but now, I’m completely confused. “Yes. My fiancé, ex-fiancé—” I quickly correct “—said he called you, but the office said you were vacationing for eight weeks.” A swell of nausea rolls within my belly.
“What did you say your surname was?”
“I didn’t. It’s Tucker. Lucy Tucker.”
“And your ex-fiancé?”
“Samuel Stone.” The sound of her flicking through paperwork sounds over the line while I hold my breath. “Ah, yes. Sorry, Lucy, I see your name in my book. And Samuel’s too.” I exhale, relieved. However, that breath is taken in vain. “Samuel called me before I had a chance to reply to your email.”
“That’s not possible,” I reply, the chaos only becoming thicker. “He called you before I emailed you, right?”
“No. The first point of contact was from you. He then called me.”
