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“It was a reporter. He called Sam Samson and was being horrible,” a young man with faded blue hair said.
Carson had seen the young man in the store before but didn’t know his name. But a reporter? That was not good.
“I’m taking Sam home. Can someone handle the shop?” Carson asked.
“We got it.” Adam stepped up. “Just get him out of here. He shouldn’t have to deal with this shit.”
“Wait!” Sam curled his hand in Carson’s suit jacket.
“What is it, baby?” he asked softly.
“I need to get Mickey set up in the apartment upstairs and on the schedule.”
Mickey? Who was Mickey?
“It’s okay, Sam. You go. We can go over everything later,” the young blue-haired kid said.
Sam was already shaking his head. “It’s important.”
“I can show Mickey the apartment and help him get settled,” Caden offered. He bounced on the tip of his toes. “Right, Daddy? We’ll help?”
“Of course we will,” Lincoln hurried to agree.
“I’ll put him on the schedule with me so I can train him,” Adam offered. “He can even pick up a few hours tonight before we settle him in the apartment.”
“There, your friends will take care of everything. Let’s go.” The decision was made and with the shop covered, it was time that Sam put himself first instead of worrying about everyone else. Carson helped Sam to his feet.
“Are you sure?” Sam bit his lip although he wasn’t looking at any of them.
Caden shuffled to Sam’s side. “I’m glad you’re hiring Mickey. I’ve been worrying about him. I swear I’ll take good care of him until you get back.”
Sam hugged his friend.
“We got this.” Adam joined the hug and kissed Sam’s temple. “I’m sorry that happened to you. We’ll keep them out going forward.”
“If they found me, so will others,” Sam whispered.
“Let them come,” Adam said. “I’ll gladly get rid of all of them.”
While Adam was pretty fierce and protective, this was something that Carson needed to get control of. Sam had gotten away from his family and these reporters were not going to put his boy in danger.
The door opened and he stiffened, ready to take on the reporters or anyone else. The big tattooed man from the shop across the street entered.
“Everything okay in here?” He strolled forward, running his gaze over both Adam and Nash.
“It is now,” Carson confirmed. “I was just taking Sam home.” He had to extract his boy from the arms of his friends and bundled Sam against his chest as he started for the door. He’d pulled his car to the front of the shop and hit the key fob to unlock the vehicle.
“My car?” Sam asked quietly.
“You're parked in the back?”
Sam nodded.
“I’ll have your friend Mickey look after it for the night, but we are leaving it here. I’ll bring you back to work when you’re needed.”
“I should work. This is my job, and everyone depends on me.”
“We’ll discuss that later, baby. Right now, I want to get you away and let you relax.”
