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That was hot as fuck.

“Why are you doing this, Samantha? I want to spend time with my daughter. You know, make up for the past four years I missed out on.”

“Brother,” Tank growled.

“Fuck off, Tank,” I snapped, never taking my eyes off Sammy.

King walked into the kitchen. I knew he had overheard me mouthing off to Tank.

“What’s going on, Jack?”

Sammy shut down immediately when King spoke. Her eyes went to the floor and her shoulders slumped in defeat.

“I’ll meet you outside and install her seat in your truck. She has a small bag in my car in case of accidents. I’ll get that for you too. Excuse me.” Sammy sighed and moved to the door.

As she passed by King, I swear she shrank even more.

My gaze followed Sammy as she left the room. “What the fuck was that?” I asked to no one in particular.

“That was you two being assholes. That was a terrified woman shrinking herself down out of self-preservation,” Tank announced. He turned off the stove, throwing the pancakes into the trash.

“What the fuck did I do?” King snarked.

Tank walked angrily past both of us. Before he shoved through the door, he looked back over his shoulder and destroyed me with one sentence.

“That is the mother of your child. Show her some motherfucking respect.”

Chapter Five

Samantha

“I’ll meet you outside and install her seat in your truck. She has a small bag in my car in case of accidents. I’ll get that for you too. Excuse me.” I sighed and moved to the door. Passing by King, I saw the way he glared at me and it had me hurrying out of the kitchen.

Crossing the room to where Amber and Charlie sat on the couch, I plastered a smile on my face before I reached them. I sat on the couch and pulled Charlie into my lap.

“Are you ok, Sam?” Amber asked, sympathy lacing her tone.

I couldn’t speak just yet, so I merely nodded. My eyes burned as I looked up at the ceiling. Jack walked toward us, and Amber stood from the couch. As she slipped past Jack, she muttered, “Asshole.”

He turned toward her for a moment, then looked back at me. He opened his mouth to say something, then shut it just as quickly.

“Sammy,” Jack began.

I don’t know why he’d started calling me Sammy again, but I refused to let it affect me.

“Come on, Charlie, let’s go get your seat from Mommy’s car. We need to put it in Daddy’s truck so you can have your daddy/daughter breakfast.” Charlie and I rose from the couch and walked outside.

I pulled her seat from my car and turned. Jack seized it from me and carried it to his truck. I snagged Charlie’s little backpack and followed him.

He deftly installed the car seat in his truck. To say his skill shocked me was an understatement. He hefted Charlie up andbuckled her in.

I held her bag out and waited for him to take it. His eyes sought mine, but I couldn’t bring myself to engage.

“Sammy,” he whispered, wanting my attention.

“Here is her bag, Jack. This is just in case of an accident. She rarely has them, but better to be prepared.”

He took the bag from me.

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