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“I can come and pick you up now. I’d also be happy to help teach you to drive. We’ll pick a time, and I’ll clear it. I know you need hours built up to go for your P’s.”

“If you’re okay with me dragging you around clothes shopping then by all means come and pick me up.”

“As long as I get to spend time with you, I’m happy to do anything.”

Sammy rolled her eyes. She highly doubted Slater meant what he said, and after going shopping with her today he might regret saying it. “Sure. See you when you get here.”

“I’ll be at your place in fifteen, twenty minutes.”

Sammy hung up and finished getting ready. She brushed her hair again, did her teeth, and put lip gloss on. It was the only makeup Greg had let her keep.Asshole. Today she would get makeup also. By the end of today she promised she would be her old self again.

Sammy tidied up the already immaculate house as she waited for Slater to come and pick her up. She would take Slater up on his offer. She would learn to drive. Sammy remembered Greg telling her that females shouldn’t be on the road because they were nuisances, and he liked that she couldn’t drive. Sammy now knew that her not driving was another control thing.

Her front doorbell rang, and she opened it to see Slater standing there and Brock opening her gate and walking towards them.

Slater was clean shaven, and with his short, curly, dirty-blond hair and deep sea green eyes and tall, muscular build, it was no wonder her body lit up at the sight of him. He was gorgeous. He looked like he belonged on a magazine. He was so yummy.

Brock had a nice five o’clock shadow going on, and his hair sat in a messy curly array on his head. His piercing blue eyes never missed anything, and his body was to die for. He was dark and menacing and sent wicked shivers through her every time he was close.

Together they were deadly. Irresistible. Sammy knew if she hadn’t gone through what she had in the last year, she would have jumped their bones as soon as they’d told her what she was to them. Fucking dickhead Greg. Bastard. She cursed her ex again for the millionth time.

Sammy hoped she could handle Slater and Brock. Before Greg she’d been full of energy and knew that she could have handled both men, or at least tried. The old Sammy might have been embarrassed about being with two men, but she would have at least tried. She wanted to be her old self again. Today she was determined to be what she was like before the wanker Greg.

Shutting the door behind her, she hitched her bag strap over her shoulder and patted the side of the bag to check she had her keys. She walked down to Brock. Two big four wheel drives sat out in front of her house, one white, the other black. She knew without even asking which car belonged to whom. She reached for Slater’s hand, held it, and walked to the white one.

“How’d you know this was mine?” Slater asked as he paused by the passenger door.

“I just knew. Brock is also the brooding one, so I thought black is his type of color.”

Slater laughed and opened the front passenger door and helped her up.Crap. The car was big. He couldn’t teach her in this. She would feel like she was driving a truck.

“Did you mean it?” She grabbed Slater and yanked him back around to face her before he went to go to his side.

“Did I mean what?” Slater raised a brow as she wiggled back on the seat.

“Will you teach me to drive?” She battered her lashes and pouted, hopefully she looked sweet, maybe even cute.

“Sure. I said I would. Just tell me what time suits you.”Wow. He meant it. He shrugged like taking time out of his busy schedule to teach her something so time consuming was nothing. This calmed any anxiety she had about caving and giving Slater and Brock a chance.

“Will you teach me in this car?” Sammy raised a brow eager to know, because the SUV, was way to big and fancy for her to learn in.

“If you want. It’s probably the safest car to teach you in. My other cars are sports cars.”

She ignored the comment about him having more than one car and explained why the SUV was too much for her. “I don’t know if I could drive this. I’d feel like I was driving a truck.”

Slater leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. “Whatever you want to learn in I’ll teach you.” Slater kissed her, and she let her satisfaction at his answer show. She held him to her and devoured him. Her arousal intensified, and she breathed in and tasted his chocolate and honey smell.

Slater groaned and pulled away. “You’re killing me, beautiful.” He stroked her cheek before he walked around to his side of the car.

“I can teach you as well. Plus, you can then say you were police trained.” She laughed as Brock wiggled his brows and winked. Brock moved into the spot Slater just vacated.

“Really. I could, could I?” She stared into his big baby blues.

Brock leaned down and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Between Slater and me, you’ll be the best driver out there.”

Her heartbeat picked up. Warmth settled over her, and she felt great. She laughed and pulled Brock closer to her. “You two have just gone up in my eyes. I’m not working at the moment. So, any time will be perfect.” She pulled Brock’s lips to hers and showed her appreciation.

So far so good. She couldn’t remember the last time she laughed so much. So far, they were not at all like Greg.

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