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

SamWatching Sean drive carefully along the dark, winding roads that lead away from the lodge, I can’t help but admire him. Male ego would stop a lot of men from ever speaking to me again after what I did, let alone give me another chance. I’m going to make it up to him, and he’s going to know that I have no intention of leaving him again. As I ponder exactly how to convince a man that doesn’t seem to want anything except to keep me safe and happy, that I’m head over heels in love with him, we turn onto Grey Ridge Main Street. As we approach Sean’s bar, Taaffe’s, which sits at the end of the street, I spot a car outside that I recognize. Mainly because it sticks out like an obnoxious sore thumb in the car park full of beat-up old trucks and motorcycles.“Jeremy?” I roll down my window and shout at the man standing beside the black sports car, waving his phone in the air, dressed in preppy chinos and navy jumper combo that would confirm to any passer-by that this guy is

Sam Sean doesn’t speak for a second, just blinks at me, stunned. Like he doesn’t really believe it’s me. I should have called, but I thought a bold statement was the way to go. What if he turns me away? I’ve no job, no apartment, and nowhere else to go. If he turns me away, I’ll take Cooper up on the offer of his cabin until I can get myself somewhere of my own. “Okay. Never mind. I thought…” I trail off, realising how dumb that sounds. Twice I’ve walked out on this man, why would he ever let me back into his life? I’m reaching down for my bag when his deep voice stops me in my tracks. “Sam. If you so much as touch that bag, I’ll tie you to my bed so you can never leave me ever again.” He crossed the room in three long strides before he scoops me up and slams his mouth down on mine. “John. Bag. Office,” he barks as he walks us straight out of the bar and around the corner toward his small house, my legs still wrapped tightly around his waist.