When the car pulled in alongside him, Chance turned, ready to blast Jaxon, only to find a different familiar face staring out at him from behind the steering wheel. Samuel Wilson had known Chance longer than anyone, since back before the string of bad decisions that lead him here. The man was roughly the size of a small dump truck, but he was a gentle giant. It waseasy to see the kindness in his sweet brown eyes.“I thought I recognized that sexy ass.” Sam didn’t mean it. Even still, Chance couldn’t deny the compliment was a cooling balm on his bruised pride. “Can I give you a lift somewhere?”Chance ran his hands through his hair. Blowing out a sigh, he gave in.“Yeah, thanks. Normally, I wouldn’t put you out, but I’m already super late to work,” Chance said, climbing into the passenger seat of the F150. “I really appreciate this. It’s been one hell of a day already.”“No worries, man,” Sam said, pulling away from the curb. “As it happens, I was on my way to see you at the library w
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