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I had spent the past two days trying to sort out in my mind what happened with Rhys. I should never have had sex with him. It was a big mistake. He took something from me. Something I rarely gave up. My control. Especially not to an egotistical dickhead. I was left feeling off balance and confused. Feelings I didn’t enjoy. There was something off about him I couldn’t put my finger on. The fact he was always hot and what happened to his eyes was strange enough. I tried looking it up on the internet but couldn’t find anything. The man was an anomaly. And what he said to Sam was utterly unnecessary. Poor Sam. I needed his help, but he would probably never talk to me now. I fumbled with my phone. “Call Sam.”
“Calling Sam,” the computerized voice said back to me as I put it on speaker.
It rang several times, going to voicemail.
I tried again, swerving as my car veered to the left when I took my eyes off the road.
Shit.
My nerves were shot. It had been a long day, and it wasn’t even two yet.
Sam answered on the second ring. “I’m not sure I have anything to say to you, Navy.”
“Please don’t hang up,” I begged.
“Are you driving?”
“Yes, but you’re on speaker.” He had a hard-fast rule about distracted driving and would be upset. Moral, honest, trustworthy Sam. I was an idiot.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“I need your help.”
“You need my help?” he laughed. “Have your new friend help you.”
“It’s not like that.” My car made a strange, clunky sound, and then the steering wheel started to shake. “Shit.”
“Is everything all right?”
“It’s fine. My car is just acting up.” The shaking subsided.
“You need a new car.”
“Yeah, but it’s not in the budget. Go on with what you were saying.”
“So, you’re saying you didn’t sleep with Rhys Hughes.”
The rain increased, and I slowed down even more, coming to a crawl. “I didn’t want to.”
“Are you saying he forced himself on you?” Anger tinged his already hurt voice.
“No,” I said quickly. “It wasn’t that either. It’s complicated. Look, I don’t like him.”
“I can’t keep doing this with you. You’re not healthy for me. There is something really messed up with you.”
I felt a tear snake its way down my cheek.
No, no, no, not now.
He was right. I was messed up. Another tear came.
“Why are you calling?” he asked again.
“I need help with the story. The secret society stuff didn’t pan out, and I’ve hit a dead end.”
“You want help withmystory. The one you stole from me,” Sam laughed sardonically. “Now that is rich.”
“I shouldn’t have stolen it from you, and I am sorry, but at the moment, I didn’t feel I would ever have another chance. If I don’t produce something for Granger, I know he will fire me. I really am sorry, Sam.”
