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That, and a part of me empathized with him. Getting so swooped up in the mess of things
that he wasn¡¯t making good decisions.
¡°Please, Sammy¡¡± He extended his hand across the table, holding it open to me.
¡°Please give me another chance. Hurting you is the biggest regret of my life and I want to
spend the rest of my life making it up to you¡ please¡¡±
Tears threatened to shed from my eyes as they stared at Travis¡¯ hand.
I had no idea what to do. He hurt me so badly, he ruined my life with his careless
actions. How could I possibly forgive him? Who said he wouldn¡¯t do it again? Was I
prepared to trust him? Or would I spend my life paranoid, snooping through his calls?
I looked into his brown eyes, and they held a weariness that I¡¯d never seen on him
before. On the other hand, he was safe. Even if I lived with a bit of adultery paranoia, it
was better than being paranoid of bikers. If I got back together with Travis, within two
years we¡¯d be married, another three after that and we¡¯d have kids, and the rest would be
history.
I looked back at him, biting my lip.
¡°Travis, I¡ª¡±
¡°Samantha!¡± someone called from behind me and my heart stopped when I recognized
the voice immediately.
Spinning around, my jaw dropped. ¡°Isaac?¡±
Sprinting past the other hostess at the front door, Isaac dashed to my table. Looking
like every girl¡¯s heartthrob in his leather jacket with a look of determination that a
woman could only dream of a man holding for her, he pointed to the ground, saying,
¡°Samantha, I need to talk to you.¡±
¡°Wh-what are you¡ª?¡± I started saying but Travis cut me off. Across the table, he had a
warped look of jealousy, shock, and maybe a hint of intimidation from Isaac¡¯s tall,
muscular build.
¡°Who the hell is this?¡± Travis demanded from me and Isaac¡¯s gaze darted to him.
¡°Who am I?¡± Isaac rammed his own chest with his finger. ¡°Who the fuck are you?¡±
¡°I¡¯m her boyfriend.¡±
¡°Ex-boyfriend¡± I corrected, and the determination slid off his face, instead replaced
