Page 84 of Cluelessly Yours

“Yeah,” Mo agrees. “Either take this outside, or I’m calling the cops to remove you from my restaurant.” She looks at the angry woman, dropping her voice in a half whisper. “Though, if you want, I can try to get one of my staff to film your fight outside. I mean, I’m still going to have to call the cops, but yeah, that’s the best I can do.”

“Mo!” Sammy exclaims.

“What?” Mo just shrugs. “I mean, if I were in her shoes, I’d probably want some video footage of me kicking my husband’s ass too.”

Completely overwhelmed, Sammy scrubs a hand down her face, and I try my best to silently reassure her with a gentle squeeze of her shoulder while Carrie shoves Gavin out of the office and toward the exit doors of La Croisette.

When I came here to see Sammy tonight, I sure as hell didn’t expect to walk into this.

But I’m glad I did.

Because as of today, I finally know for a fact that Gavin Evans is not a fucking problem.

Night has filled the sky, and La Croissette is completely empty of patrons.

The lights are mostly off in the restaurant, and only the glow of one near the kitchen indicates that anyone is even inside.

After all the drama, Sammy went back to work, and I ran home to change out of my scrubs and into a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt.

She said she was fine, and I believed her. But nothing in this world could have stopped me from coming back here, to this bench out front, to wait for her to get off work so I could make sure of it myself.

The glass door swings open, Sammy’s sweet face downturned to the keys in her hand as she steps through it, and I climb to my feet.

She looks tired, and her hair is a little messy from a long shift, but damn, she still looks beautiful.

“Hey,” I greet softly, doing my best not to startle her. Her gaze nevertheless whips to mine.

“Noah?” she questions, her steps faltering a little. “What are you doing here?”

“Waiting on you.”

“What? For how long?”

“Doesn’t matter.” I can’t stop myself from pulling her straight into my arms. “I had to see you again after what went on tonight.”

“But Noah, I said I was fi—”

“I know you were fine.” I smile. “But personally, I was a little shaken up.”

Her body shakes with a small giggle, and I hug her tighter.

“Are you okay?” I whisper into her hair.

“Yeah. I’m okay.” She pulls away a little, and my body misses her instantly. “But Iamsorry, Noah.”

“Sorry? Why are you sorry?”

“Because I was at the center of that scene. Because if I’d let myself be open to you, I never would have dated Gavin in the first place. Because…” She shrugs. “I should have known it was you from the start.”

“Sammy, come on. None of this is easy. I don’t expect you to be anything but yourself—wouldn’t want you to be. If it took this long to know… Well, I’m guessing there’s a reason. I’m not mad.”

“You’re not?”

“What kind of asshole would I be if I was angry with you over something that wasn’t your fault? Trust me, I’m not that guy. I’ll never be that guy.”

“God, Noah,” she breathes out on a sigh. “I swear to you, I haven’t been out with Gavin since that night I ran into you at Bailey’s. We had gone to dinner that evening, and he wanted me to go back to his hotel room, and I…didn’t want to do that. He got mad at me, and yeah, I haven’t seen or spoken to him since.”

He got mad at her because she didn’t want to sleep with him?If Carrie hasn’t already killed him, I will.

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