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I smiled and shook my head. “You’re a good friend, Monk.”

“Thebestif I’m trusting you with my car,” he snorted.

“God bless you, brother.”

“He already has, Sam. You know that.”

I did. Relief washed through me as I walked to my bedroom to grab some stuff. I was pretty sure Jeremy’s team had a tracker somewhere on my car. And maybe on my phone too, though I’d done everything I knew how to do to make sure it was clean.

Just in case, I left my phone at home, and grabbed the burner. She might not have hers on, but I could use it in an emergency without anyone knowing where I was.

Please, God, she needs me. Don’t let anyone figure out where I am…

24. Not That Way

~ BRIDGET ~

I was sitting on my couch, eating microwave popcorn from the bag and not-watching Netflix when I heard the creak.

My heart screamed into my throat, and for a split-second I was convinced I’d turn around and find my father—or one of his thugs—coming for me.

But when I whipped around, it was to find a hulking, hoodied, beautiful man leaning against the open-arch from the hallway to the living room.

He was smiling.

“Sam!”I leaped off the couch—popcorn went everywhere—and threw myself into his chest so hard he grunted. He caught me though, and I wrapped my legs around his and my arms around his neck and peppered him with kisses. “You came! You’re here!”

“Yes,” he chuckled, walking me slowly backwards. “As long as you don’t break me. I’m here.”

“For how long?” I gasped. He put me on my feet next to the back of the couch, but I pulled him down and started kissing his neck. When his hands tightened on me, a thrill jangled through my core and I reached for his jeans.

“Just for the night, I have to have my friend’s car back to him by seven tomorrow—”

“That’s like, twelve hours!” I gasped. I was almost crying with relief. The tension I’d been feeling, that itching in my skin wasn’t gone, but it was twisting and morphing into something alotmore fun.

But then Sam caught my hands before I popped his jeans button, and when I looked up in surprise, he was leaning down, his hair messy from the hood, and his expression serious, eyes locked on mine.

“Bridget… tell me what’s going on?”

He was beautiful, and rugged—he hadn’t shaved for a couple days so his cheeks were darkened and prickly. He looked hot as hell, and twice as desirable. We hadn’t had our hands on each other in weeks. Why the hell was he trying to make metalk?

“Nevermindthat!”I murmured, fighting him to get my hands free, but he had my wrists in that manacled grip of his—stupid, strong boys—and was keeping my fingers away from his button.

“Sam, seriously?” I said a second later when it was obvious he was serious. “We get so little time together. I’m happy you’re here. Let’s forget everything else.”

I pulled my hands back and he let me go, which was awesome, because then I could grab the hem of his hoodie and start pulling it up.

He spluttered and chuckled, but let me yank it up to his armpits, then helped me get it off—but as soon as he was free of it and I’d tossed it over my shoulder, he grabbed my hands again and stared into my eyes.

He was wearing a slim-fitting gray t-shirt underneath that revealed every dimple and plane on his torso. Need literally surged in me.

“Sam—”

“Bridge, look at me.”

Slumping, muttering, and maybe pouting a bit, I made myself meet his piercing gaze. His eyes searched mine, which made me itch again.

“I’m worried about you,” he said. “I know what time of year it is. I know your dad asked to see you. And you said Gerald has been pushing you to do that. So… Is that what made you twitchy today?”

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