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Chapter Five

Friday afternoon Slater drove to Sammy’s house to pick her up for his family dinner. He was feeling better about where he stood with her. Sandy’s wedding had been a success, and a lot of family and friends knew he and Brock had a mate. Slater was happy his mother and father had introduced themselves and organized a dinner tonight. Sammy seemed to really like his mother even if his mum was over the top and bossy.

The biggest surprise this week had been that Sammy had liked self-defense. She and her friend Jane had a ball. Slater really enjoyed watching Sammy laugh and smile. Slater smiled as he remembered Sammy giggling on the way home at the way the women had acted around him and Brock.

“Are women always throwing themselves at you two and I’ve just missed it?”

“I don’t get as much attention as Brock, as he has the badge bunnies to contend with as well, but being part of the Bear family still gets me a lot of female attention.” Slater sighed. “When I was younger, I admit to taking advantage of that and having a new woman almost every week, but I’ve had enough of that. I’m ready to settle down, maybe even start a family.”

“I’m in totally agreement with Slater. I’m ready to have the whole thing, someone to come home to every night, a house with a woman I love, and children.” Brock had been confident.

Sammy hadn’t responded to their words that they were ready. But he and Brock could both see she was thinking about what they’d said. Sammy must have been happy with their response, because the next day Slater got a visit at work from Sammy asking if he would help her find some easy part-time work to help ease her back into the work force. Slater offered her a couple of jobs and was happy that she took one from him in the end. She would be a cleaning waitress. She would wipe down the tables and get the dirty dishes and so on. She’d asked to start with lunches as he wasn’t so busy then.

Slater was happy Sammy felt safe and comfortable enough to ask him about jobs and was willing to work with him. She was going to do three days a week to start with and then see how she went from there.

Parking out the front of Sammy’s house, Slater couldn’t get rid of his nerves and wished that Brock was here now and not meeting him later at his parents’ house. Slater told himself there was no reason for him to be nervous since Sammy had already met his mother and father, but it didn’t work. This was different from the meeting at Sandy’s wedding, it was more intimate, and she would see the house he grew up in and meet his brothers.

Slater got out of the car and made sure his clothes sat right before he walked to the front door and knocked.

“It’s open,” Sammy yelled.

Opening the door, he walked in and towards the peaches and honey scent. “Why the hell don’t you have your door locked? That’s so dangerous.”

Sammy turned from the mirror in her bedroom where she was putting lipstick on and glared at him. “You don’t have to speak like that. I had the door unlocked because I knew you would be here any minute and I wasn’t ready.”

“Oh.” Slater deflated and looked at Sammy. She was in black fitted pants and a cream-colored top that sat low showing just the right amount of cleavage.

“My face is up here, Slater. Do I need to change my top? I don’t want to show too much cleavage. I liked your parents, and I don’t want to do anything that would have them think less of me.”

Slater grinned up at Sammy before he pulled her to him and rubbed his erection against her. “I like that top. I like what you’re wearing. You look good.”

Sammy giggled against him. “I can tell you like it, but I want to look perfect for your parents. I don’t want to look like a hussy or a skank.”

Moving his hands down to cup her arse he squeezed the round globes. “You look beautiful. You always do. Stop worrying. My parents already like you.” Leaning down Slater kissed her, enjoying her taste and her groan of pleasure. Sammy’s hands slid up his chest, and she pulled his shoulders farther down, so she didn’t have to strain on her tiptoes as much.

The phone in his pocket went off, and he knew without answering it would be his mother. Moaning at the interruption, Slater pulled away and answered his phone on its last ring.

“Hi, Mum. We’re just about to head over to you now.”

“Great. I was just making sure you hadn’t distracted her and that’s why you’re not early. You’re always early, Slater. Today is the first time you might be actually be running late. What’s wrong? You’re not embarrassed, Slater? I only have ten photo albums out. Not all fifty.”

He sighed. “Mum. I’m going. Thanks for the call.” Slater hung up before his mother could say anything more.

Sammy smiled up at him with laughter in her eyes. “We better go. Don’t want to make you even later. I can do the rest of my makeup in the car.” As she walked by him a giggle slipped out, and he moaned. Now he remembered the real reason why he was nervous. This was the first woman he’d ever brought to meet his parents and see the house he grew up in.

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Sammy stared at the massive mansion in front of her. It backed onto a reserve and fit in perfectly with its surroundings. The house was white, wide, and two-storey with the vines climbing up the windows and a red thatched roof.

“You grew up here? It’s gorgeous.”

Slater shrugged like it was no big deal. Sammy started to feel out of place. She’d never been in a house like the one she was staring at out of her window. Sure, she’d been to Susie’s and Sandy’s new houses, but that was different. They were her best friends. The house she’d lived with her mother in she could probably fit into Slater’s family home four or five times.

The front door flew open, and Slater’s mother rushed out of it and over to their car. “You’re finally here.”

Sammy chuckled as Slater groaned beside her. “Mum, we are only five minutes late.”

Slater’s mother Abigail pulled Slater into her embrace. “I know that, baby, but for you that’s late. You’re always early.”

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