SAMANTHA’S POV

I hesitated for a moment when I saw Lucas's name on my phone screen. Part of me wanted to let it ring, to let the call go to voicemail and avoid whatever conversation was to come. But another part of me, the part that had been missing him since the last time we spoke, urged me to answer.

Finally, I gave in and answered the call, trying to sound casual even though my heart was racing. "Hello, Lucas.". I watched with hidden amusement as Valerie quickly dropped the plate on the sink and rushed to the living room. She stood beside me curiousity sputtered on her face, she mimed "I'm sorry," and I rolled my eyes at her… Valerie was a handful.

"Samantha, how are you?" His voice came through the phone, smooth and unbothered… heck he was supposed to call me, I'm not his wife I know but he would present me to the public and most importantly his father, courtesy demand he called at least!

"You're going overboard with this Samantha," I thought to myself.

"I'm good, thanks. How about you?"s

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