Page 149 of Wrecked
Something cold touched his neck. Not a gun this time. A cold beer.
His heart went into overdrive, and he begged for it to be her. He reached up and grabbed the arm holding the beer and swung her around into his lap.
Hallene laughed out loud.
That was the picture he needed to see every day. He felt like a schoolboy who just found out the girl he’d been crushing on all year had shown up at summer camp.
His throat wouldn’t work right. “Hi.”
Her eyes were bright and happy. Her laugh slowed to a sweet smile. “Hi.”
He took the beers she held in each hand and sat them next to him. His hands refused to wait anymore. He cupped her face, holding her there to prove she was here.
Then he kissed her.
Their lips were so damn happy to find each other again. She came willingly, a soft woman when she wasn’t kicking someone’s butt.
She moved closer to him, putting a hand on the back of his head and hugging an arm around his neck. Her lips were in conquer mode and he was a willing captive. Her tongue teased between his lips, and he laughed, then sent his to play with hers.
He'd dreamed of holding her like this, just being together and smooching.
He’d dreamed of her every night.
Dreams could never match what having his hands on her felt like.
When they came up for air, she leaned her head down on his shoulder. “I missed you.”
“I can’t think of words to tell you how much I missed you.”
His gaze dropped to her hand smoothing over his chest. He could see her smile. “How’s your mother?”
Sighing softly, she sat up to face him. “We were warned the treatment would be difficult. Kovac was some kind of monster. Logan’s people are amazing. By the way, he is quite intimidating even when he’s being nice.”
“That’s one way to describe him. Did you meet Margaux by any chance?”
Hallene made a face of shock. “That woman is scary and crazy about Logan.”
“You nailed both of them.”
“But I owe them for my mother’s life. She is doing well.”
He played with a curly strand. Just couldn’t keep his hands off her. “What about Phoebe?”
“She is really pretty special once you get to know her.”
“You two are getting along good?” He was happy at that news.
“We argue, which is more like sisters than sharing silent contempt. But she’s the one who cornered me and said, ‘You insult me ability to care for Mum by stayin’ ’ere and not goin’ to Sam. Aren’t you serious about ’im or is ’e just a whim?’” Hallene said, mimicking Phoebe.
He held his smile, but inside he wondered just how Hallene had answered her.
“Don’t look at me that way, Sam. I don’t need two of you making me feel like I’m letting you down.”
“Hey, you could never let me down.” He leaned and kissed her. She was here. In his world, that meant she wanted to be kissed.
When she said nothing else, Sam couldn’t take it. With his heart crawling up his throat, he squeezed out, “Are you serious or am I a whim?”
She rubbed the palms of her hands over her face then dropped her hands. “I am here sitting on your lap.”
