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Propping myself up with one arm, I looked into her eyes. “Sam—”
She put her finger on my lips, silencing me. “I know,” she whispered.
“I’ve never—”
“I know that too.”
“I love you.”
She smiled. “I love you.”
“Marry me,” I blurted in what was the least romantic proposal ever uttered.
“Beau—”
I put my finger on her lips like she had mine. “Don’t answer. I’ll continue asking until you say yes. Otherwise, don’t tell me.” As much as I’d rather remain inside her forever, I eased my body from hers and rested next to her with my head on her chest.
Sam stroked my hair with one hand and tickled my forearm with the other.
“If you keep that up, I’ll fall asleep, and that is the last thing I want to do.”
She sighed. “I suppose we have to leave.”
“Not yet, my love.”
I wokewith a start when I heard my mobile ringing. It was somewhere in the room, but I had no idea where. I’d ignore it, but given Cru, Snapper, and Kick were on their way, I needed to answer.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, hating that when I moved to find it, our skin would no longer touch.
The ringing stopped, then seconds later, began again.
When I reached under my trousers and found it, I groaned, recognizing the attorney’s number. Why was he calling when we’d left his office a short time ago?
“Mr. Creola, what can I do for you?”
“I was able to reach Attorney Sokolowski’s son. Apparently, he’s taken over his father’s practice. I have his contact information if you’d like it.”
“Please,” I responded, walking to the other room, where I remembered seeing a notepad and pen. “Go ahead.”
“His name is Gerald Sokolowski Jr., and his offices are on Main Street.”
I thanked him after he gave me the man’s phone number, and ended the call.
“What did Mr. Creola want?” Sam asked.
“Cena’s dead attorney’s records may be resurfacing by way of his son. He suggested contacting him to schedule a meeting.”
“We should do that prior to meeting Hoss Schultz.”
I agreed and said so. Plus, I anticipated hearing from Cru saying he and the other guys had landed. “There’s something we should discuss before we schedule any further meetings.”
Sam was already sitting up and had covered herself with the sheet. I sat beside her on the bed. “There comes a time in the life of everycaballerowhen he meets the one woman he knows he trusts without question.”
Her eyes opened wide. “Beau—”
I cupped the back of her neck, leaned forward, and rested my forehead against hers. “There are things you may hear, Samantha. Other things you will be told explicitly not to share outside of what is happening at the Lilacs. I trust you, and more, I will not hide what is occurring from you, particularly since it is your property in question. Do you understand?”
“I do.”
