Page 12 of Sweetheart

"But you two seemed happy together. I thought you were friends."

Sam released a long exhale then said, "We're still friends—at least, I hope so. Brisa can hold a grudge.Honestly, that's what I'll miss most, our friendship." He said all this with affection before his tone sobered. "But thishas been coming for a while now.The truth is we just weren't right for each other."

"Didn't look that way from the outside."

He laughed softly. "Looks can be deceiving, Starlet."

Instead of correcting him again, I let that one slide. So what if the guy couldn't remember my name? He was clearly going through something.

We drove for a few more minutes in silence before Sam gestured to a gas station up ahead.

"Need anything?" he asked.

I suddenly realized that yes, I did need something.A couple things, in fact.

"Yeah," I said, "I haven't eaten anything since before the wedding, had to leave my cake behind, so I'm starving. And I really have to use the restroom.That okay?"

"Sure."

"Also, do you have a phone charger?"

Sam nodded, opening the center console and holding up a cord.

"Awesome," I said, leaning forward,reaching into my bra and dragging out my phone. "I've got tocharge mine. My cell always dies at the worst times, you know?"

Looking up, I found his eyes locked on…my breasts.

Warmth and something fluttery filled my stomach as I straightened.

He was still looking.

"Bishop?"

"Yeah?" he murmured.

"If you're done staring, can you plug this in for me?" I said, trying not to laugh.

Sam's eyes flew to mine, and I had the pleasure of watching a pinkflush rise to his cheeks. "Uh, yeah. No problem."

Handing him my phone, I said, "I'll be back in a minute."

He cleared his throat. "Want me to come with you?"

"No, that's okay."

"Right," Sam said gruffly. "Be safe in there."

I hopped out of the car, shut the door,then turned back to point at him. "Guard my violin with your life."

Sam grinned. "You got it."

As I was walking away, he called out to me.

"Hey, Kent.You always keep electronics in your bra?"

I looked back at him over my shoulder. "I keep lots of important things in there."

"Interesting," he said smoothly. "We'll have to discuss further when you get back."

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