Sean
John 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 months earlier
The second that Sam landed in my arms; I knew was in trouble. Something inside me woke up and decided she was to be protected at all costs. I watch on in horror as the building in front of me crumpled. This beautiful woman would have been killed if she had stayed in there mere seconds later.
The ambulance driver slams the door shut, hiding the unfolding tragedy from view as I hold her delicate hand in mine. Her face is covered in soot and her head lolls side to side with the movement of the ambulance as it winds its way along the narrow-forested roads of Grey Ridge toward the hospital. She’s in adorable, albeit dirty now, pale pink pyjamas with flowers on them. Given her performance in my bar earlier, knocking back tequila shots and singing at the top of her lungs along with every rock song she lined up on the jukebox, she didn’t strike me as the fluffy jammies type.
She caught my eye as soon as they arrived. Slinging her fitted black leather jacket on the back of a stool, she stood up on the foot rail to meet me at eye level and order two rounds of shots. Her sparkling blue eyes sparkling with mischief as Hayley pleaded with her not to go straight for the hard stuff.
“What do you think?” she asked, locking eyes with me in a way few people can. My animal is powerful, intimidating to most shifters, but not to this tiny human.
“Sorry Hayley, I’m not about to turn down this pretty lady. She can have whatever she wants,” I answered with a slow smile, and Sam’s lip tipped up in an amused smile as she considered my response. Her painted red nails tapped the bar and her eyes narrowed slightly as she took me in from head to toe.
“Anything I want?” she asks with a laugh. I can’t help it. My eyes drop to her full lips, glossy and sumptuous looking as she speaks. I run a bar. I get hit on all the time. Rarely do I flirt with the customers, and never as blatantly as this.
“Anything.” My voice is low and steady. If I’m not mistaken, I’ve piqued her interest.
“Sorry buddy, girl’s night.” She throws back a shot before grabbing hold of the tray full of shots John has filled for her.
“I don’t mean tonight, sugar. If you’re staying around tomorrow, I’ll take you out.” She rolls her eyes at me, even though I can tell she’s considering the idea.
“How do you run a bar if you disappear off on dates with all your customers?” she purrs.
“John, when was the last time I took a night off?” I ask, without taking my gaze from hers.
“Never,” he answers without missing a beat as he grabs two beers from the fridge behind me.
“And the last time I hit on a customer?” I ask. Sam quirks an eyebrow at that one. John pretends to think about it for a second before I level him with a stare.
“To be honest, I thought you were gay, boss,” John deadpans as he takes money from one of the old timers who frequent the bar and heading for the till. Sam laughs despite herself.
“That’s quite the double act.”
“Not an act, sugar.” I raise my eyebrows at her, daring her to accept my offer and see what happens. She licks her lips and taps her nails on the bar again.
“Hmm. Let me think about it,” she purrs as she turns and lifts the tray over her head, calling out for the girls to clear the way before placing it down on a tall table. Her hips sway rhythmically as she walks and somehow, I know she’s a dancing. Even her walk seems in time with the music. What I wouldn’t give to get a night with a woman like that. All confidence and raw sensuality.
As the night goes on, there are heated looks, stolen glances, and flirty exchanges. When she finally takes to the floor, dancing just as sexy as I knew she would, our eyes never leave each other. It’s a good thing I’m standing behind the bar because she has me hard from the other side of the room. Needing to clear my head, I disappear down to my office, but I’m kidding myself if I think I can keep away. She has me hooked.
Admitting defeat, I leave my office just as Sam turns into the dim hallway on her way to the bathroom. I stop, hoping to get some of her undivided attention, but she keeps walking even though there’s a teasing grin on her face. As she passes, she lets her fingers trail up my arm and glances coyly back over her shoulder at me before disappearing around the corner. My heart is pounding just from that tiny bit of skin-to-skin contact and her amazing scent is making my mouth water.
This girl is something else.
She spends the rest of the night laughing and dancing with her friends. Hayley seems to be having a ball even if she is a little tipsy after all the shots and prosecco being passed her way all night. As a white stretch hummer arrives to bring them all home, Sam struts out of the bar with a wave, still refusing to tell me whether she’ll be back the next day. I know that even if she doesn’t come, I’ll be trying to find her.
Fast forward a few hours and I’m trailing her gurney as they wheel her into the emergency room. It’s not exactly the reunion I had hoped for. I stay in the waiting room as doctors examined her, tense and feeling out of place. Would she even want me here?
My stomach twists in a way that doesn’t make sense for a woman I have only exchanged some witty banter with. When the nurses finally take pity on me and allow me into her room, I vow to stay until I know she was okay. And so I do. Reclining in the chair and staying by her side day and night until doctors are finally happy to let her out. I was there through restless dreams, night terrors and to make the days a little less boring. We chat about everything. Work, family, friends. Where we’ve travelled. Where we still want to go. And somewhere along the way, our connection shifts from attraction to something stronger, something real. For me anyway.
When Sam is discharged and comes to stay with me, even though Hayley offers her a room in the pack house or even Cooper’s cabin, it tells me she feels it too. When she wakes up from a nightmare, it’s my comfort she seeks. I can feel myself falling for her and I’m like a nervous schoolboy as I show her my small house on the outskirts of town.
Seeing her stuff in my bathroom and having her scent in my bed feels right. Even though nothing has happened between us, this isn’t just friendship. It crackles in the air whenever we get close. It’s in every look and heavy silence. We can both feel it, and we won’t be able to resist it for much longer. I want her to heal and rest, but I know that once this thing starts between us, it’s going to explode.
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
SamWhen Sean’s deep voice reaches me where we sit in the lounge, butterflies erupt in my stomach. This man has such an effect on me. Now that Marie has planted the seed inside my brain, I can’t stop wondering if my recent low mood has had as much to do with guilt and sadness over leaving Sean as it does the fire. That I’m crumbling because I’m lovesick over a man doesn’t sit well with me, but this isn’t just any man. And I’m realising that more and more.The second he steps into the room, our eyes lock. He pauses in the doorway and stares. The intensity in his gaze takes my breath away. He doesn’t smile, doesn’t say a word, but I can feel that something has shifted, and suddenly I’m as nervous as I am giddy. Finally, he moves, coming over to join me, Hayley, and Nathan on the large, plush corner sofa.“Feeling better?” Nathan asks, a mischievous gleam in his eyes, and again, Sean doesn’t say a word, just fixes Nathan with a hard glare. Yikes. I don’t know what’s go