Page 8 of Saving Sarah (Blissful Bets)

“Quite a show you put on earlier. Who’s the cowboy? He seemed to melt the ice that surrounds your heart. I’ve never seen you cry before.”

“That’s none of your damn business. If you call me again, I’m calling the cops.”

The line disconnected, and Sarah looked toward her clock. She had to blink twice to make sure she read the time right. “Five fifty!” With her adrenaline pumping, her legs almost gave out the moment her feet hit the ground.

How in the hell did she sleep so long? Sarah jumped in the shower and washed as quickly as she could. Her hair took the longest, but in record time, she was running to her closet to find some clothes. A knock on her door caused her to groan.

“First date in years and I fuck it up.”

Throwing on her robe, she walked to the door. Slowly, she opened it only a few inches.

Her jaw dropped when she noticed it wasn’t Gavin, but Devon standing there.

“How did you know where I lived?”

His smile made her stomach tighten. “I noticed your car. I live three doors down,” he said pointing. “Since the parking spaces are marked it wasn’t hard for me to figure out which one you lived in.”

“Well, I’m getting ready for a date. I know we need to finish our talk, but right now really isn’t the time.” The shaking of her body increased the longer he stood staring at her.

The smile faded from his face and an unexplainable feeling stabbed her heart. “Sarah, I know I don’t deserve to be forgiven for what I’ve done, but if you’ll just hear me out, I’ll leave. If you don’t want to see me again after that, then, it’s up to you.”

“Couldn’t we do this later? Really, I’m running extremely late. Gavin will be here any moment.”

Devon pushed his way inside at the mention of Gavin’s name. “You act like I haven’t seen you naked before. I’ll tell you as you get dressed.”

“You are not seeing me naked. You are not allowed to leave this living room. Talk loud.”

Sarah ran to her room, not wasting any time. She quickly pulled on her white lace panties and bra. Looking around the room for her hair clip, she noticed Devon wasn’t talking. Her eyes landed on the dresser mirror, and she could see him watching her from the living room. She froze.

“I didn’t see anything other than what you’re wearing now. I promise.”

She stalked to the living room until she faced him. “You want me to believe that? You were watching me get dressed.”

“Sarah,” he whispered huskily.

Immediately, a pull made her lean closer. “Devon, I think you should leave.” She could barely talk, let alone fight what her mind kept telling her to do. The urge to touch him made her pussy ache. Flashes of them together all those years ago refreshed in her mind. Fuck, he was an amazing lover, even back then when they were so young.

Fingertips trailed along her bra strap down to the swell of her breast. “You don’t know how many times I dreamed of you, just like this. The smell of your skin still haunts me.”

Sarah was pulled gently into his arms. The heat coming from his body was so inviting, she wanted to snuggle in closer. Just like him, everything about them together plagued her life.

“Kiss me, Sarah. Please, let me taste you.”

She jerked back so hard she fell on her ass. “Get out, right now. I don’t know what your intentions are for coming here, or doing what you just did, but I don’t have time for this shit. Date, remember?”

He smiled and tipped his cowboy hat. “No, I don’t think I could forget the fact that my future wife is about to date one of my rivals but go ahead. I hope you have fun.”

“Future wife? You have lost your mind? Get out.”

Sarah tried to hide the shock caused by his statement, but she couldn’t. She literally pushed him out of the door. Gavin stood there waiting with grocery bags in one hand.

“I heard yelling. Are you all right?”

She looked toward Devon and stepped back into her apartment. “I’m fine. As you can tell, I’m not dressed. I woke up late. Why don’t you come in while I get some clothes on?” She turned to Devon. “You can explain things later. I’ll call you. Do not come by again without me knowing.”

He laughed and turned to Gavin. “Houston, is it? I was Waco, but not anymore. Watch yourself. If you so much as brush your teeth against her skin, I’ll be there to tear you apart.”

Sarah looked back and forth between them, completely shocked and puzzled. The rage emanating from both men only increased her own anger. “What in the hell are you talking about, Devon?”

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