Sean
Lugging another crate of beer into the basement storeroom, I get irrationally angry at an empty box that has the nerve to be exactly where I want to stack these.
“What did that box ever do to you?” John comments, as I stomp on it in frustration, before kicking the flattened cardboard across the room. He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything else as I turn and stomp back up the stairs. The steam coming from my ears is all the warning he needs to keep his thoughts to himself.
In the quiet of the dark bar, I rest my forearms on the counter and hang my head between my arms, trying to calm down. I rarely lose my temper. Or should I say, I used to rarely lose my temper.
It’s happening far too frequently lately. What kind of grown man has a tantrum over a misplaced box, for crying out loud?
The ringing of my phone worsens my mood further. I’m not in the mood to speak to anyone right now. I reach into my back pocket and pull out the offending device, stunned when I see the last name I expected to see flashing up on the screen.
Sam.
Instantly, my mind plays me a reel of the week we spent together. Joy and pain are tangled up with those memories in equal measure. Sam is a friend of Hayley’s, the local pack’s Luna. When she came to Grey Ridge for Hayley’s hen, the girls had partied hard here in my bar. I couldn’t take my eyes off her all night. Then, when she nearly died in a fire at the guesthouse, they were staying in later that night; I was afraid to take my eyes off her for a whole other reason. To get her out alive, Marcus, the local sheriff, dropped her from a first-floor window straight into my arms. I still have nightmares where I don’t catch her.
I scrub my hand down over my jaw as I stare at the phone, frozen to the spot. This woman destroyed me. My recent bad form is undoubtedly a result of her bolting in the middle of the night from my bed. While she recovered, I never left her side. I couldn’t have if I tried. She needed me, seemingly reluctant to be apart from me, and I was only too glad to stay by her side, falling further for her every day.
Putting the phone on silent, I toss it down beside the sink. As I walk away, I drag in a deep breath to ease the ache I feel in my chest. The buzzing eventually stops, and I pause, unsure whether I’m relieved or disappointed.
In the weeks after she left, I hoped every day that she would call, but she never did. Once she decided she was going back to her old life, that what I had to offer her wasn’t enough. She never even bothered to say goodbye, sneaking out like a coward. My fury at being treated like nothing but a good time rises again, and I force my feet to keep moving toward the back of the bar where my small office is.
A loud buzzing tells me the phone has started again, but I choose to ignore it, trying to focus on the stack of receipts I need to sort through today. But I’m kidding myself. My sensitive ears are completely focused on the vibrating phone, and I grit my teeth in annoyance at the control she still has over me. I should be over this. She wasn’t interested in anything serious. It was all just a bit of fun for her while she was stuck in town. No big deal.
Except I know it meant more than that to her. We shared something special that week. I know she felt it too. Maybe that’s what’s worse, that I know she felt the same connection, but she threw it away anyway.
“Boss?” John raps on the door with his knuckle before pushing his way in, my phone in his outstretched hand. He hands it to me, completely oblivious to the war going on inside my brain as I look at her name glowing on the front of my screen.
Swallowing down my pride, I nod in thanks and shoo him out the door as I swipe to answer it. Tipping my head back, I stare at the ceiling as I brace myself to hear her voice. I’m not sure if it’s more annoying that she is calling out of the blue after complete radio silence for months, or that she knows I’ll answer it.
“What do you want?” I snap, cradling the phone between my ear and my shoulder as I rub my sweaty palms on the front of my thighs. Sam isn’t even here in person, and I’m as nervous as a teenage boy. It’s infuriating.
“Em, hello? Is this Sean?” A timid voice asks, and instantly my brain scrambles to catch up. Why does someone else have Sam’s phone?
“Yes, it’s Sean. Who’s this? Where’s Sam? Is she hurt?” I demand, my mind immediately going to thoughts of an accident.
“It’s Tara, Sam’s friend. She’s not hurt. But she doesn’t know that I’m calling you,” the voice whispers, and I hear a door sliding shut in the background. Tara’s voice is muffled, like she has her hand around her mouth to stop the sound from traveling.
“Then maybe you shouldn’t be,” I respond seriously, frowning as I try to work out what this Tara person wants.
“I didn’t have a choice. She needs help, and I don’t know who else to call.” The voice on the other end quivers. I stay silent, my heart hammering in my chest as I absorb what she’s said and the real worry I can hear.
“Why does she need help? What happened?” I might not love the way she treated me, but Sam is a good person. The idea of her being in some kind of trouble twists my insides. After what she went through, she doesn’t need any more drama.
“The fire, that’s what happened. She’s a complete mess, even though she won’t admit it. She doesn’t sleep, she doesn’t eat. I’m so worried about her.”
“I think you’re asking the wrong person. She wants nothing to do with me.” I grit my teeth as I say those words out loud. I’ve struggled to accept it, but the agonising truth is that she cut me out of her life. Even if she’s not doing so well, she hasn’t reached out to me herself. Much as it kills me, I should respect that.
A sardonic snort down the line stops my train of thought.
“I think I have exactly the right person. I don’t know what happened between you, but it’s your name she calls in her sleep Sean. Plus, I’m desperate,” she pleads.
All the walls that I’ve built up over the last few months to protect myself come crumbling down. The idea of her pining for me seems remote, but I was fully prepared to turn my life upside down for her at one stage. I remember those nights in the hospital when she would call my name when she woke up afraid. That she still does the same, but I’m not there to comfort her, is like a knife to the heart.
“Sam’s a big girl. She can take care of herself. What do you expect me to do?”
“Just come and see her with your own eyes. She needs to speak to someone about what happened. Maybe you can convince her.” Tara sounds hopeful, or maybe delusional.
“You want me to come all the way there to talk the most stubborn woman in the world into therapy she doesn’t want?” I clarify, amused at the thought of convincing Sam to do anything she doesn’t want to. It’s laughable.
“Exactly,” Tara answers defiantly. She’s got her plan, and she’s sticking to it.
I groan as I rub a hand across my stubbled jaw. Damn it. Now that I know, I can’t ignore this. I need to see for myself. Even if it’s just as friends, I have to make sure she’s ok. Maybe it’ll help me move on to see her happy and healthy.
“Shit, fine. Send me her address. I’ll come.”
“Oh, thank you, Sean.”
“Don’t thank me yet. She probably won’t even speak to me. And she’s going to murder you when she finds out you called me.”
SeanJohn happily agrees to look after things at the bar for me for a few days while I take a break. Truth be told, I think he’s relieved to get rid of me. It’s probably fair to say I’ve been moping since Sam left.As I toss an overnight bag into the bed of my truck, I shake my head in disbelief. I can’t believe I let myself be talked into driving hours to see a woman who ran away from me before, and who hasn’t asked to see me now. Talk about setting yourself up for another fall. I’ll probably be on my way home again in a few hours after being told with words instead of actions this time that she doesn’t want anything to do with me. I have a feeling it’s going to hurt just as much second time around.Driving gives me too much time and nothing to distract me. My thoughts return repeatedly to three months ago and I replay the time we had together over and over in my mind. Driving myself crazy and reminding me why I will always need to know that she’s okay. Even if it’s without me.Three
SamStanding under the warm water, face turned toward the spray, I push my hair back from my face and let the water just run down my body. I’ve been in the shower for way too long, and I’m going to be late for work, but I can’t quite make myself leave. It’s warm and cosy, and it makes me long to crawl back into bed. Except I’ve fallen into that trap before. The moment I get back under my duvet, the promised sleep will disappear from reach yet again and I’ll waste another hour staring at the ceiling.At least it wasn’t my usual nightmares about the fire that kept me awake last night, it was a horror show of my own making.Sean. I can’t get him out of my mind.Normally, I lie in the bed, afraid to close my eyes in case when I open them again, I’ll be back in a dark room, coughing, and choking as I try to find the door. Last night, I was afraid to close my eyes because he’d be there, his steady presence and his kind smile. Instead of waking up convinced I could smell burning, I woke up i
SeanStupidly, I convinced myself that I was only here to make sure Sam was fine. That once I saw for my own eyes she was doing well, I could tell her friend Tara to stay out of her business and I’d be on my way back to Grey Ridge. More than likely after re-opening some old wounds, but more at peace knowing that she really was getting on with her life after the fire. And she deserves that.This master plan even included avoiding speaking to Sam. She didn’t invite me here. She wasn’t the one asking me to insert myself back into her life. It’s a bad enough blow to my confidence that she snuck out of my bed in the middle of the night. Never to be heard from again. To let her know I’m still pining for her, and now practically stalking her, would make me look far too pathetic. My male ego is far too fragile to handle it.But all that went out the window the moment I saw her emerge from her apartment block, looking gorgeous as always, but without the usual spring in her s
Sam“Either can I,” I mutter, shaking my head and choosing to ignore the second part of her declaration. Not sure whether to be happy or angry, I settle somewhere around indifferent. She knew where I was. I wasn’t the one who left. She could have come back any time if she really wanted to.Okay, maybe more pissed off than indifferent. But in my defence, it’s for good reason.Ignoring the wounded look in her eyes when I don’t immediately return the sentiment, I grab her hand and steer her toward the nearest coffee stand, ordering her a drink and a donut. A quick look up shows three people from her office pressed to the glass, watching our every move with curiosity. To give us some privacy, I drag her toward the park across the street and settle her onto a bench, watching with frustration while she picks at the damn thing instead of biting into it.“Sean, what…”“Eat,” I snap, cutting her off, and she fires a withering look at me that would cut a lesser man in
SamMindlessly, I let Sean lead the way into my apartment. As he stands in the centre of my small living room, looking even larger in the tiny space, I kick off my shoes and dump my bag on the coffee table.I can’t believe he’s here. Ever since I left, I’ve dreamt of him coming here to drag me back to Grey Ridge, but that’s not why he’s here. After what I did, I suppose I should be grateful he’s even speaking to me.Trying not to be obvious, I take a moment to admire him. He looks even better than I remembered because life’s cruel like that. Dark jeans and a battered leather jacket make him look sexy and dangerous, a lethal combination for a thrill-seeker like me. Or like I used to be.When he turns to face me, a lump forms in my throat. He looks like he can’t wait to get out of here. I can’t blame him. What kind of awful person just runs out on the man who helped save her life? Who took care of her when she needed it? Who made her feel loved?
Sean“Sam?” I call out, closing the door behind me and scanning the quiet apartment. In the dark, I see my leather jacket shift as Sam stirs underneath it. Her eyes are closed and she’s breathing deep and even. Sighing, I squat down beside her and brush a loose strand of dark hair back from her face. I shouldn’t have yelled at her.Sam hums softly and snuggles in my jacket, wrapping her fingers in the buttery soft worn leather and gripping it tighter to her like a child clutching a teddy bear. The sight of her vulnerable like this again makes my chest ache.Bundling her up in the blanket that covers her legs, I lift her up into my arms, biting back a growl at how light she feels. Carrying her into her bedroom, my head spins with the potency of her scent. Once I get her tucked up in bed, I pull my jacket away and toss it over the back of a nearby chair. Pulling the door closed, I tiptoe out to the kitchen and set about cooking dinner for us both. As I’m cho
SamPacking an overnight bag, I follow Sean down to his truck. He looks agitated as he speaks into the phone held tight to his ear. Leaning back against the hood, his long legs crossed at the ankles, he looks serious and sexy at the same time. When I step out the front door of my apartment building, he lifts his gaze to mine and falls silent, stroking his hand over his chin as he watches me approach. While he headed outside to calm down and get some fresh air, I took my time showering and getting ready. If I’m honest with myself, I wanted to remind him of the old me. The first version of me he met in the bar that night. I want to remind myself of the old me while I’m at it. This is the closest I’ve felt to it in a long time. That sleep has done wonders for me.The red nails and black skin-tight jeans are back. Black heeled boots and a figuring hugging white vest top complete the look, showing off my assets and giving me some wiggle in my step. I want him to look at
SeanCooper, Hayley’s mate, and the local Alpha, is propping up the bar with his brother Nathan when I walk in. Of course he is. By bringing Sam back here, I have piqued his interest. With a large pack of wolves to protect, it’s his job to know what’s going on around Grey Ridge, particularly where human and shifter relationships are involved.“Sean,” he tips his head in greeting as John places another round of beers in front of them. I nod and make my way over reluctantly. Normally, I love the social side of owning a bar, but not today, because I know he’s going to ask me what’s going on with me and Sam, but I have no idea myself.Resting back against the coolers, I gesture to the beers in front of them.“Bit early isn’t it, boys? Cooper, I haven’t seen you in here in months.”With a pregnant mate and multiple busy businesses, as well as some recent trouble with another pack, Cooper has been on lockdown. Nathan, on the hand, is a regular. A real lady's man, he’s normally in here every