Page 65 of The Love Lie
Sam grabs another pillow and launches to her feet. Winnie leaps out of the chair and runs with Sam chasing behind. She ducks into her room for cover and slams the door closed. But a moment later, it opens.
“Wait,” Winnie says, this time fully with glee. Her eyes are comically wide. She grins. “You’re going to Nebraska.”
“I thought we established that.”
“You need boots.”
Sam sneers. “No.”
“You need a hat.”
“Definitely not.”
“You need highlights.”
Sam furrows her brow. “What?”
“Can I give you a makeover?”
“Winnie.”
“Oh, please. Please. Please, Sam.” She jumps up and down and folds her hands into prayer mode. “What is the point in having a roommate who grew up in Texas if I can’t put it to good use? I’ve been preparing for this moment my entire life. I can’t even tell you how many cowboy romances I’ve read. I’ll give you some. You can—”
“Absolutely not.” Sam pulls the door closed.
Winnie opens it back up. “Just one. For research!”
“No,” Sam stresses and turns around.
“What about a new outfit? You’d look great in fringe!”
“For the love of god.”
“Sequins!”
“Good night, Winnie.”
“Do you even know the hat rule?” her roommate cries right as Sam shuts the door to her bedroom, cutting her off.
The hat rule?
Sam falls onto her bed with a sigh. Nerves and anticipation and, yes, fear all swirl together beneath her skin. She rolls over and buries her face into her pillow with a groan, still unable to completely erase the smile on her lips.
What in the world have I gotten myself into?
eighteen
Sam to Cooper:Hey, it’s me! Nina gave me your number.
Sam:Me as in Sam.
Sam:Samantha.
Sam:I just thought maybe we should connect before this whole weekend thing happens. I have questions.
Sam:Mostly related to wardrobe.
Sam:I know you prefer me naked but I don’t want to shock the neighbors. LOL.
