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After experiencing what getting involved with a truly dangerous person was like, all I

wanted was to snuggle up to Travis. No, he wasn¡¯t as ripped or as sexy as Isaac, but that

never bothered me before.

Trying to decide which heartbreak was hurting more was exhausting, and by eight

o¡¯clock, I drifted off into a restless sleep with strange dreams of bullseye tattoos, Isaac,

and Travis.

I wasn¡¯t sure how much time had passed when I awoke to a knocking on my bedroom

door. I could still hear the television on downstairs, so I figured I must have only napped

for a couple hours. ¡°Samantha? Uh¡­ there¡¯s uh¡­ I¡¯ve gotta come in.¡±

His uncertain tone had me worried. Even in my groggy state, my heartbeat started

racing. ¡°Dad? What¡¯s going on?¡±

When he entered, immediately I was inspecting him for hints. Nothing looked like an

emergency or signs of an immediate threat from scary men, so that was comforting.

Though, he had a bewildered look on his face, scratching his head, gaping in the air to

string words together.

¡°Dad, seriously. You¡¯re freaking me out.¡±

¡°Uh¡­ were you expecting any company tonight?¡±

¡°No? Why?¡±

My heart leaped. Had Isaac surprised me? Was he going to apologize for not calling,

tell me not to worry about the blond man, and that nothing was in our way from exploring

each other?

¡°Well, Samantha¡­¡± he said. ¡°Travis is here.¡±

¡°What?¡±

I began patting my blanket and pillow, feeling if it was real, then pinched myself. This

wasn¡¯t a dream. What the hell? ¡°What do you mean, ¡®Travis is here¡¯?¡±

If it were any other situation, I¡¯d probably be laughing at his exasperated face. Looking

cartoonish, he stuck his thumb over his shoulder while doing this shrug-head shake

motion, stumbling to form a sentence. ¡°I¡­ I don¡¯t¡­ I¡­¡± It looked like he could break

down and cry. ¡°The¡­ the Diamondbacks are winning¡­¡±

¡°Ahh!¡± I shouted, realizing my dad had as much information as I did. I zoomed past

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