Page 28 of Saving Sam

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“At first, I thought it was someone in the firehouse not happy to have me here, now I’m thinking this has always been about you and me,” she whispers.

“Who would send you this?”

“The only one I can think of is Ms. Fling.”


“She’s the only one who is not happy when she sees us together.”

I think back to the times Samantha and I have run into Carly over the two months since I told her Sam was my girlfriend. The last one was just a couple of days ago. I took Samantha to Garfolino’s for dinner.

“Right this way,” the hostess said, leading us to a booth in the back.

I feel a hand touch my arm, jerking me back.

“Oh, Chief, why don’t you join me for dinner, I’ve missed our conversations. Maybe we could have dessert at my place,” she says a little too loudly.

“No, thank you, Carly. Samantha and I are having dinner.”

“What the hell do you see in that little girl? You need a woman with experience who can satisfy your needs. What does this little girl have to offer except her age and maybe some beauty?” she says, turning her nose down at Samantha with a look of disgust on her face.

“Carly,” I say between clenched teeth.

I feel Sam’s hand on my back, and it calms me.

“Connor, do not allow her to rile you up, she’s looking to cause a scene. She’s just bitter because her ex-husband left her for a younger woman, his secretary to be exact,” Sam says.

“Why you little bitch,” Carly screeches, “he was mine first. You don’t get to come into town and take him because you think you're better than me or any other woman, for that matter. You will never be good enough for him, he will always be mine.”

I watch a smile cross Sam’s lips. It wasn’t a sweet smile, but more of one that spoke retribution. “Bless your heart,” she says sweetly, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward the waitress who was waiting at our table.

“Mark my words, he will be back in my bed within the month,” Carly calls out.

I can feel the anger boiling in Sam, but I refuse to allow Carly to ruin our night out. I hold her hand across the table, not caring how many eyes are on us. I love this woman, and I want the world to know.

“I’ll talk to her, baby girl, don’t you worry,” I whisper to her, looking around before kissing the side of her head and walking back to my office.

My anger is boiling at the fact that Carly thinks she can threaten my woman. I close my office door and pick up the phone, dialing the number I haven’t called in over three years.

“Connor, I knew you’d come to your senses and call me,” Carly purrs through the phone.

“I’m calling to tell you one more time, leave Samantha alone. I will not be leaving Samantha, and your little taunts will not change that, they are only upsetting me. If you continue, I will have Samantha press harassment and stalking charges against you. Do you understand me?”

“Oh please, I’m not stalking or harassing her. She doesn’t deserve you, and we all know, including yourself, that I am who you really want,” she chuckles. “Why don’t you come over, and I can remind you what a real woman feels like.”

“You really are delusional, aren’t you,” I say, shaking my head. “Stay away from Samantha and I, this is your last warning.” I hang up the phone, not believing what I just heard.

The fire alarm in the house goes off, alerting us to a call and pulling me from my angry thoughts.

I hop in the battalion truck and follow the two firetrucks to the call. It sounds like a four-alarm house fire. When we get to the scene, everything is chaotic. It’s an apartment complex, and one woman is screaming that her kids are still up in the apartment on the third floor.

I look over and see Sam is geared up, with the breathing apparatus, ready to go up and rescue the kids. Truck is getting the ladder into position, I look at the screaming lady. “What is the apartment number, and how old are the kids?”

“Apartment 301, and they are eight and six. I just came down to check the mail quickly,” she says, holding a stack of mail in her hands.

I look at Sam, and she nods, leaning over to Lieutenant Clark, and I watch him nod. They both take-off up the stairs to the apartment number. I know I can trust Colin to keep Samantha safe.

I continue directing the scene, ensuring we have plenty of hoses to get the fire contained and put out before it spreads to the other complex buildings.