Or the way her stomach churned with angst, knowing he was right. Or the way half a dimple showed in his incredibly handsome face. She didn’t like the way he gave her that half grin that stretched his tiny scar above his lip. He dropped his hand but moved in line with her gaze. Understanding his analogy, but not liking it, she broke eye contact. “If I needed money for a football camp or new cleats?” “But if I needed it to be successful, to have a shot, would you do it to show that you believed in me?” The middle of his eyes creased. Reaching out, he put a light hand on her shoulder. “Something like food, but not boutique clothes.” She gave little shakes of her head back and forth. “If I needed something, would you buy it for me?” The dark jeans and tight white Under Armour shirt he wore stretched over his heaving chest. It was like he was reading the field, like he was about to throw a touchdown. Those chocolate eyes weren’t smoldering now, but they were intense. “I just need you to answer one question for me.”Īlmost bumping into him, she stopped. “Exactly.” She shot at him, trying to figure out where they’d come into the mall.ĭoing a quick maneuver, he stepped in front of her.
You work harder then almost anyone I’ve ever met-waitressing, helping your mama and your friends, working on your music.” “Sorry if I’m not one of ‘those’ girls that uses you for your money.” Yanking her hand out of his, she moved down the walk way. This hadn’t been what she had thought he would call her independence. Hesitating for a second, Sam slumped against the side of the door, a grin wide on his face. “You’re not buying me stuff,” she insisted. Yanking her hand free, she felt her heart racing. His hand clamped down on her wrist, stopping her. “Oh no.” She would not be this girl, the one that had a man do everything for her. “Well, you mentioned you needed ‘star’ clothes.” He gestured for her to go inside. Sam opened the door, giving her a mischievous grin. They walked through the mall for a couple of seconds and then stopped in front of a boutique. She saw a simple man, trying to make her happy.
Now, she saw he had that hard layer for a reason-he had needed it. After hearing about him losing his mother and pretty much getting abandoned by a father, she was even more proud of him for making it. Until last night, she hadn’t realized why he’d had to be so determined. It was there in the way he walked and the way he stared people in the eyes, challenging them. But Sam, he faced the world head on, almost daring someone to get in his way. He claimed to live his life as a statement, but now, as she stood with Sam, she realized Brett almost slunk to the edges, waiting for his chance to pounce on an opportunity-to get something free, to get noticed. The feel of his strong hand in hers and the way he confidently walked into the mall, like he was the super cool guy in high school, made the edges of her lips pull into a smile. “You’ll see.” He grinned and opened the door to the mall for her. “Are we eating here?” She kept her hand in his as they walked toward the strip mall. Sam made her stay as he got out and went around the car to open her door. It was lunchtime when they pulled into the outlet mall outside of Castle Rock.
They didn’t talk much as they went from Boulder into the heart of Denver. She wasn’t exactly sure what this was between them. The next day Tiffany couldn’t deny that she had butterflies in her stomach as they left the hotel, and when Sam got onto the interstate toward Denver, she liked the fact he turned on the radio and then reached for her hand.
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