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onto something¡ there was something about Samantha that drove me wild that I couldn¡¯t
figure out.
Nothing about the red head allured me. She could have been a super model and I still
would have been daydreaming about scrubs. Still, I was on a mission. I took a seat next to
her.
¡°What¡¯s your name, Red?¡±
I wished she was at least blonde.
¡°Samantha.¡±
My eyes widened. ¡°Huh?¡±
¡°Sandy,¡± she repeated again, and I shook my head to get back on track.
¡°It¡¯s great to meet you, Sandy¡¡±
One thing was for sure. I was fucking distracted.
Chapter Six
Samantha
¡°What do you want, Travis?¡± I said over the phone while pacing around my bedroom,
answering after ignoring his past calls since I heard Gina speak over the phone.
¡°I don¡¯t know¡¡± he trailed off. ¡°I was hoping we could talk.¡±
¡°Don¡¯t you have another woman you should be talking to?¡± I asked. ¡°The one with the
really nice name. Oh, I can¡¯t seem to remember.¡±
¡°I know you remember Gina¡¯s name, even though you¡¯ve never once pronounced it
properly.¡±
¡°I think I pronounce it just fine.¡±
¡°I was wondering if maybe you¡¯d want to meet up some time,¡± he said, and my
stomach sunk. ¡°I think it would be good for us.¡±
¡°It would be good for you, maybe.¡± I shot. ¡°Personally, I would really like to relax over
my weekend. I haven¡¯t been able to do that lately, since I¡¯ve been uprooted from my
house.¡± I raised my voice on the last four words.
¡°You weren¡¯t uprooted,¡± he said. ¡°You left.¡±
¡°You keep acting as if it¡¯s my fault for leaving,¡± I said. ¡°It¡¯s not as though I randomly
woke up and thought, ¡®huh. You know what? I¡¯m twenty-eight years old and in a perfect
