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I felt like things were progressing, but not nearly fast enough to satisfy me. How could I make up for that night? For leaving her and never coming back?
Then, of course, there was the issue of my raging desire for her. It had only grown since being back in town, and that night in her living room hadn’t helped matters one bit.
I’d been reminded of how sweet her body was, and I knew I’d never be able to give it up.
I wanted her. Badly.
I’d left her house with a raging hard-on, and it had barely gone down in the short time since.
Sam was everything I didn’t know I wanted in a woman. She was gorgeous and fiery. Stubborn and smart as hell.
I was starting to realize that I’d rather fight with her any day of the week than live peacefully with anyone else.
She wasn’t just my best friend’s little sister anymore. Hell, she hadn’t been since that first night together. Since before that, if I was being totally honest.
Samantha Berner was becoming my obsession. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to let her go again, but I didn’t know how in the world I could keep her.
With a sigh, I sat back in my chair and stared up at the starry sky. I had no freaking idea where to begin. I lifted my glass to take another drink, but I froze when I heard something. It was strange sound I couldn’t pinpoint, almost like someone was stabbing something. It was coming from the front of the house.
Alarmed, I set down my drink and shot to my feet. I ran around the house and stopped when I stood in the driveway. Looking around, I didn’t see anything.
“Someone out there?” I barked.
There was no answer, but I hadn’t really expected one. Alert, I made my way to the front door and tested it to make sure it was still locked. Satisfied that no one had broken in that way, I crossed to my car to inspect it.
I stopped in my tracks when I saw that my tires were slashed.
“What the hell?” I murmured, moving closer and squatting down next to the front passenger’s tire. It appeared someone had ripped through it with a knife or something equally sharp.
Standing back up, I moved around the car. All four tires were ruined.
Fury burned through me, and I clenched my hands into fists. Who the hell would do this? I didn’t think I had any real enemies in this town, but maybe I was wrong?
I looked around again, knowing that whoever had done this couldn’t be far, but it was so dark I couldn’t see much beyond the circle of light cast by the spotlight above my garage. I could go looking for them, but that meant traversing the thicket of trees surrounding my property in the dead of night, and I didn’t know whether or not they were armed. They at least had something sharp enough to slash tires with.
Frustration mixed with my fury as I acknowledged that there wasn’t anything I could do myself. The best I could do was call the cops and report it.
Turning, I made my way back to the house, but I kept my guard up just in case. Whoever had done this likely wasn’t done.
I’d need to be careful, especially when I was around Sam and Henry. I couldn’t risk anything happening to them.
As I reached the front door, I decided not to call the police after all. If a report was filed, Sam might hear about it, and any progress I’d made with her would be completely undone.
I’d take care of this matter privately.
There was no way I was going to risk losing a chance to be in Henry’s life, or Sam’s. I’d keep them safe and figure out who was behind this, and Sam would never have to know.
Chapter eighteen
Samantha
“Oh,good,thisonefits much better. What do you think, Sam?”
I looked over my reflection in the large trifold mirror in front of me and nodded to Mary, the owner of the town’s dress shop.
“It’s perfect,” I told her with a relieved smile. “Thank God. I was trying not to panic, but it was cutting it really close.”
Mary patted my shoulder. “I’m still not sure how the mix-up happened with the dress sizes, but I’m going to figure it out, so we make sure it doesn’t happen again. Thankfully, they were able to ship this one right away, and it doesn’t look like it’ll need any tailoring other than a little hemming at the bottom of the skirt. Nothing I can’t finish up before the wedding, though.”
