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“Yep,” Nadia lies casually, flipping her silky brown hair over her shoulder. “She’s gone out with this one guy, what, five or six times now? It’s getting serious, I think. He’s so handsome, and behaves like a perfect gentleman. Plus, he’s got ahuge -”
“Truck,” I interject. “He has a huge truck.”
Nadia snickers.
“Right,” Douglas says reluctantly, glancing between Nadia and me. “Well, if this guy is so great, why isn’t he with you tonight?”
Shit.
Douglas and I wait for Nadia to answer, interested in where this elaborate lie is going. She looks over my shoulder and her eyes widen.
I turn around and collide face-first into Sam Wallace’s broad, muscular, denim-covered chest.
CHAPTER 6
SAM
Unfortunately,The Blue Horse is exactly what I expected. Loud, boozy, and full of men who would love to take Kay home.
When she runs right into me – literally – I’m relieved.
And then I’m insanely jealous.
Call me old-fashioned, but I’ve never liked the idea of other men ogling what’s mine. Or at least, what I wish could be mine. She’s wearing a short skirt that bares most of her legs, and a tank top that gives me a generous glimpse of cleavage from my towering height above her.
I wouldn’t mind the view at all, except that I know every other man in here has been enjoying it, too.
I put my hands on Kay’s shoulders, steadying her on her feet before she topples over from our collision.
“Here he is!” a brunette next to Kay exclaims, bumping her fist on my arm. “The man himself. We were wondering when you’d turn up, big guy!”
I look at Kay.
“What the hell is she talking about?” I deadpan.
I wait for Kay’s scowling rebuff. To my surprise, Kay comes a little closer, laying her palm on my chest in what – to any outside observer – would be a familiar and intimate touch.
Fuck.
Just one touch from this woman and I’m coming undone.
In a single second, I’ve planned a whole damn life with this woman. Putting a ring on her pretty finger. Buying her a house and making it ours. Filling her little pussy with my cock every night until she’s knocked up with our child. Marking her in every way a man can mark a woman as his.
“Just go with it, okay?” Kay mutters.
“Go with what?” My brain has gone completely foggy. I’m staring down her shirt, imagining cupping those perfect tits in my hands as I ride her.
“Wait,” a weaselly looking man in a crisp pearl snap shirt wrinkles his nose at me. “The guy you’re moving on with…isSam Wallace?”
I look over and vaguely recognize the guy as some kid from high school. Don’t remember his name, though he apparently remembers mine.
“It’s fate, when you think about it,” the brunette sighs. “I always knew they’d end up together someday.”
“You did?” Kay asks in mild surprise.
“Right,” Weasel Face rolls his eyes at Kay. I’m liking this asshole less and less as the seconds tick by. “You and Sam are dating.Sure.”
I wrap an arm protectively around Kay. I expect that any minute now, she’ll throw my arm off of her and tell me to go to hell.
