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Her doorbell rang, and she walked to the door and opened it letting out a gasp at the two men standing in suits before her. Slater’s dirty blond hair was slicked back with gel. His face was clean shaven, and his suit fit him like a glove.Oh my,Sammy thought.

Brock wore all black as always, but his suit made him look bigger, if possible, and more dangerous with his five o’clock shadow.Wow.Sammy clamped her thighs together as the sight of her two men brought her body to life instantly.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath in and regretted it as their honey and chocolate scent surrounded her. Snapping her eyes open she looked anywhere but at them. Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open as at the end of her driveway a limo sat waiting.

Slater leaned forward with a gleam in his eyes and closed her gaping mouth. “Come on, beautiful. We don’t want to be late.” He brushed his lips over hers, and Brock grabbed her hand and guided her to the waiting limo.

Sammy got in the limo in a daze. Slater sat on one side and Brock on the other. “Where are we going?” She was dying to know where they were going. All they had told her was it was a surprise and she had to dress fancy.

Brock held her hand. “It’s a surprise. Be patient.”

Sammy shook her head and leaned back into the leather seat, excited to see what they’d done for her. They sat quiet for a while as Sammy took in her surroundings.

“So, do you have anything planned this weekend? I have three wedding receptions, and some of my waitresses have come down with the flu.” Slater broke the silence.

“I would help, but I’m going to Sydney this weekend for my first girls’ night out since the shifter killer mess.” She bounced in her seat and turned to Brock. “Your sister is coming. I’m looking forward to it.”

Brock smiled at her and reached up tucking behind her ear a curl that had fallen out of her braid. “That’s good. It’s glad that you’re ready to start living your life again.”

Sammy nodded. “Yeah, no more hiding. I don’t ever want to be the victim again.”

Brock brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it. “You never will be if I have anything to do about it.” Brock looked deadly serious, and Sammy got the strange feeling that Brock was doing something to make sure it didn’t happen, not only to her but to other women.

Slater cleared his throat, and she tore her gaze from Brock’s fierce one, telling herself she was reading too much into what he said.

“Will you be back for Sunday dinner with my family?”

Sammy turned to Slater and grinned. “Of course. There is no way I’m ever missing one of those. Your mother is hilarious. And your brothers are growing on me.”

“Kayon is more like a weed you can’t seem to get rid of,” Slater muttered.

“I think all lawyers are like your brother. At least your brother can be pruned,” Brock added, and Sammy giggled.

“He’s not that bad. He just takes time to trust.” She kind of felt bad he didn’t have anyone on his side.

“And many other things,” Slater said.

“You know he kinda reminds me of what my mother would think would be a perfect child.” Brock gave a sharp nod, like he was enforcing what he’d just said.

“You’re right, Brock. I always thought he was switched at birth with Zack.”

Sammy laughed hard at the image that came before her. “Oh my God. I think you might be right.”

They joked the whole ride to her surprise destination. When the car stopped Slater got out first offering her his hand. She took it and eased out making sure her dress didn’t hike up too much. Straightening she looked around at the casino and frowned. Sammy wasn’t one for gambling. Brock got out, and both he and Slater offered their arms. Not wanting to spoil the night by telling them she didn’t gamble. Sammy hooked her arm through theirs and let them both guide her into the casino.

When they walked by the gambling tables and slot machines Sammy’s curiosity was piqued. A squeal of joy left her, and she didn’t care who looked at her when they walked to the theater where on a big sign it read “The Phantom of the Opera”.

“You two didn’t.” She jumped up and down, so excited that her two men had done something so special for her.

“You said you wanted to go and wished you’d gotten to go with your mother, but we hope going with us will be a good consolation prize as she can’t be with you.” Before Slater had even finished Sammy was hugging him, and she reached up pulling him down so she could kiss him.

“Thank you. Thank you.”

“What about my thank you? I had to go talk to my mother as Slater chickened out.” Sammy left Slater and threw herself at Brock. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and his hands cupped her arse helping to hold her up to him.

“I can’t thank you enough.” She brushed her lips over his. “This means so much to me. I really appreciate you enduring your mother for me.” Sammy kissed his cheeks then his lips, lingering there letting her tongue out to trace his before she sought entry and showed him how much this really meant to her.

A bell rang around them, breaking Sammy from Brock’s mouth. She looked over at Slater to see a huge grin on his face.

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