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He hesitated. No labels was one thing, but having to deal with Sam seeing other guys would driving him plum crazy. “Would you still be seeing other people?”

“Oh god, of course, no one else! I haven’t even looked at a guy since dad left.”

She sounded so horrified Scott laughed, which made Sam slap his chest. “Is that so hard to believe?”

“I…don’t know how to answer that without offending you. I don’t want to offend you, I want to kiss you again.”

“Always so polite, aren’t you, Galahad?”

But she kissed him all the same, making his head spin.

“Do you still want some pie?” she said when they broke apart. “It’s good, I promise.”

They didn’t bother with plates, they just ate it out of the foil tray with forks. It was perfect. The buttery crust, the juicy red fruits that were tart and sweet, the creamy layer beneath that made the whole thing orgasmic. Still, it was only a dessert. The woman sharing it with him was far more appetizing. Scott only took a couple of forkfuls before he shoved the pie out of the way and kissed her again.

They made out on the floor, Scott shoving a knee between hers as they kissed and dry-humped one another like the hormone-crazed teenagers they used to be. Sam didn’t have any more condoms and neither did he, so they did it dry, his dick between her legs, rubbing and stroking until both of them came.

“That was insane,” she said, when they were done.

“It was,” he agreed, still wanting to say he loved her and wondering what the hell was wrong with him.

After a few minutes of cuddling, Samantha stood up, buttoning her dress so she looked fully dressed again. She kissed him goodbye and promised to call, and though he wanted her to stay, he knew that if this was going to work, she needed the time and space to collect herself again.

The minute her silver Yaris drove away, Scott sat back down behind his drum kit. There was a niggle in his brain, telling him he should have taken the time to mention his father, mention the twelve voicemails about her business, but he set it aside. He’d just slept with Sam DaSilva, he wasn’t going to fuck this up. Nope, he was going to fight and win Samantha’s heart and his father could just sod off—the miserable bastard. He drummed the riff from Eye of The Tiger, grinning from ear to ear.

Chapter 18

Sam should haveknown something was up. Tabby didn’t get up early for anything, not even for work. Especially for work. Yet there she was, standing at the counter of Silver Daughters Ink at eight in the morning.

“What are you doing here?” they asked simultaneously.

“I’m coming in early to sketch for Fadeout,” Sam said. “What are you doing here?”

Tabby shifted around guilty. “I…also wanted to get some work done, early in the morning-like.”

“Bullshit.” Sam eyed off her sister. “You’re not the one stealing shit, are you?”

“No! Fuck no!”

Tabby looked so horrified that Sam felt guilty. In truth, stealing wasn’t Tabby’s style; crackpot schemes and blue hair was her style.

“Just be honest,” she said to her sister. “I’m going to work out whatever fucking devious plot you have on, anyway, so just—”

There was a shuffling sound out back, a rustling that implied one or more living beings shifting around. Sam gripped her keys in her hand like a weapon. “Is someone else here?”

“I…um…”

Sam swore. “Fucking hell, Tabby, what’s wrong with you? I swear to God, if you’ve been shagging in any of the tattoo chairs, I’m going to kill you.”

Without waiting for an answer, she marched to the back of the shop and grabbed the door to the courtyard.

“Wait,” Tabby called. “If you stop now, I’ll work for you forever. I’ll tattoo seven hours a day for minimum wage and I’ll make you Instagram famous.”

“I don’t want to be Instagram famous,” Sam snarled. “I want to know who orwhatyou’re hiding.”

She flung the door open and stepped out into the morning air. She’d been expecting to see one of Tabby’s indie rock boyfriends covering his dick with his hands, but the guy in front of her was broad shouldered and dressed in a suit. He was also oddly familiar.

“Hi Ms DaSilva! Hi! Hello! How are you?”

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