Page 50 of And Then Came You

Caroline’s eyes widen as she releases a squeal. “Holy shit. Was it good?”

“So good,” I grumble, flopping back onto the bed. “But then Almira arrived, and he forgot all about me. Told me he was sorry, but he had to deal with her.”

“That’s terrible, Lexi.”

“I played right into Sam’s hand. He can have any woman he wants, and he proved it last night. All he had to do was press his body against me and I caved. Then he runs back to his fuck buddy of the moment. They probably spent the night laughing about it.”

“Sam came by here first thing this morning, looking for you. He told me he and Almira spent the night arguing. I told him you’d call him when you woke up.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“But you’ll do it, because you love Sam, and he loves you.” A small purr escapes Caroline’s throat. “You two were delicious to watch last night. One of the hottest things I’ve seen. There’s something powerful between the two of you.”

“There isn’t, though. If there was, he would have told Almira to leave, instead of letting me walk away. He made me feel like a fool.”

“I think you two need to talk.”

I shake my head, dragging myself toward the bathroom. “I have one mission today. Get showered and dressed and drive home. I’m sorry I wasn’t more fun. I’ll make it up to you.”

“I had a good time. Besides, I got the number of that hot bartender.”

“Go you.” Hey, at least one of us might get lucky this weekend.

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Icontemplate leaving without speaking to Sam, but I know that’s childish.

Instead, I’ll play up my inebriation, writing off the kiss as a fuzzy moment of weakness between two drunken adults. Something we can laugh about one day… when my heart has recovered.

I knock on his door, steeling myself for this conversation.

Sam opens it, leaning against the doorjamb, and I can’t help but wonder if Almira is in the bed, just out of view. “Lex Lex.”

Sucking in a deep breath, I will my body to cooperate in spinning one hell of an elaborate lie. “I’m heading home, but I wanted to say goodbye first.”

“Wait, don’t just leave. Come in.” He motions into the suite, but I stand my ground. I have to.

Shaking my head, I force a smile. “I don’t want to disturb you two.”

Sam’s eyes widen, a muscle jumping in his jaw. “There’s no one here. Please, Lexi, we need to talk.”

No, Sam, we don’t. I don’t need to hear how sorry you are and how you didn’t mean for it to happen. No. Just no.

“About what? How drunk I was last night? Note to self—don’t drink on an empty stomach. Paying the price today.”

Yes, it’s a lie, but I’m trying to save face here and salvage what’s left of my pride.

“You were drunk?”

“Totally. Did I behave badly?” God, I loathe playing the hapless female. It’s not a good look for anyone.

Sam drums the doorframe, his lips pursed in a thin line. “You don’t remember last night?”

Second lie, coming at you. “Bits and pieces. At least I woke up in one piece. Something to be thankful for, right?” I expect Sam to relax after my statement. I’m letting him off the hook, claiming amnesia about our dance and that kiss.

Holy hell, that amazing, back-bending kiss.

But instead of appearing relieved, his anger is now off the charts. “That’s fucking great, Lexi.”

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