like a microphone and is singing and jumping around. She stops in her tracks when she spots me. “Oh babe, don’t stop I was really enjoying the show. Think I could have a private showing in the bedroom ? ” I point to the tent in my pants and she laughs and comes and kisses me.
“Nope, you have just enough time to eat breakfast before we hit the road.” She smiles and I look at her confused.
“The road? What are we doing? Going running?” I look at her as she puts my food down in front of me. I immediately dig into the scrambled eggs.
“No. We are going to a three year old’s birthday party.” She smiles and busts out laughing when I spew egg all over the counter. She’d better be glad I wasn’t eating my bacon or I’d be pissed.
“Really?” I look at her, thinking she’s making it up.
“We have a deal Mr. Devil.” She looks at me and holds out her hand for me to shake. I shake on it, and wonder if I am really going to be able to keep my end of the deal. We eat the rest of our breakfast and then get dressed. I’ll tell you this, seeing a hot blonde standing near an unmade bed with just a lace bra and panties makes it hard to control your body. Finally, she is fully dressed and we are heading out the door.
Tuscaloosa here we come.
Three and a half long hours of riding in the car listening to all kinds of horrible music that Sam listens to and we are finally here. Sam has gotten quiet, even after we listened to the Backstreet Boys for a whole hour on the way here. We pull up to a white house on the corner and see all the cars surrounding it. I can tell that Sam is nervous and I suppose she has every right to be. The house has white columns and green shutters and it looks like something out of a magazine.
I can see one of the reasons why Sam decided these people deserved the miracle she brought to them. She gets out of my Mustang and grabs the present we stopped to get a few miles back. She takes a deep breath and starts towards the house. I walk beside her and grab her hand, she squeezes and then drops it. I’ve got a feeling that this isn’t going to turn out well. I t’s hard to explain it, it’s kind of like the feeling I got before the bomb detonated. It’s the feeling of dread. I’m hoping I’m just nervous for Sam. I want this to go well for her.
We walk to the house and knock on the door. An older man with a beer gut and balding, gray hair answers. “Hey Mr. Eli, how are you doing?” Sam says and the man scoops her up in a hug.
“Well, I’ll be! Sam, I was worried we’d never see hide nor hair from you ever again! W hat in heaven’s name is that in your hair?” She smiles and tugs at her sleeves. S he hid her tattoos because she was worried what they would think.
“Well it’s purple streaks Mr. Eli. I like them.” She smiles and he laughs.
“They suit you kid. Who’s this young man you got with you?” He looks over at me and I shake his hand.
“My name is Jameson Carter.” I smile and the man goes pale. What the hell is up with everyone doing that? Out of the corner of my eye I see Sam shake her head sharply and the man nods. What the hell?
“You two come on in. It’s nice to meet you son.” The man steps back and looks at me again. He’s almost acting like he’s seen a ghost. We w alk into the house, and then I’m the one seeing a fucking ghost.
“Matt?” I stare at the guy. This cannot be happening. I grab Sam and then walk over to the man I see standing there in front of me. “Matt?” I ask again and the guy finally looks at me . He’s not M att. His jaw isn’t as defined, and he has green eyes where Matts’ were brown.
“No, I’m sorry. My name is Declan. Sam! You came.” She smiles and steps around me to give him a hug. OH shit. Declan is Matt’s brother. He’s here with Heather. Then I see her; Kate steps into the house and I just stare.
“You knew?” I breathe to Sam and she lets out
“Nope, you have just enough time to eat breakfast before we hit the road.” She smiles and I look at her confused.
“The road? What are we doing? Going running?” I look at her as she puts my food down in front of me. I immediately dig into the scrambled eggs.
“No. We are going to a three year old’s birthday party.” She smiles and busts out laughing when I spew egg all over the counter. She’d better be glad I wasn’t eating my bacon or I’d be pissed.
“Really?” I look at her, thinking she’s making it up.
“We have a deal Mr. Devil.” She looks at me and holds out her hand for me to shake. I shake on it, and wonder if I am really going to be able to keep my end of the deal. We eat the rest of our breakfast and then get dressed. I’ll tell you this, seeing a hot blonde standing near an unmade bed with just a lace bra and panties makes it hard to control your body. Finally, she is fully dressed and we are heading out the door.
Tuscaloosa here we come.
Three and a half long hours of riding in the car listening to all kinds of horrible music that Sam listens to and we are finally here. Sam has gotten quiet, even after we listened to the Backstreet Boys for a whole hour on the way here. We pull up to a white house on the corner and see all the cars surrounding it. I can tell that Sam is nervous and I suppose she has every right to be. The house has white columns and green shutters and it looks like something out of a magazine.
I can see one of the reasons why Sam decided these people deserved the miracle she brought to them. She gets out of my Mustang and grabs the present we stopped to get a few miles back. She takes a deep breath and starts towards the house. I walk beside her and grab her hand, she squeezes and then drops it. I’ve got a feeling that this isn’t going to turn out well. I t’s hard to explain it, it’s kind of like the feeling I got before the bomb detonated. It’s the feeling of dread. I’m hoping I’m just nervous for Sam. I want this to go well for her.
We walk to the house and knock on the door. An older man with a beer gut and balding, gray hair answers. “Hey Mr. Eli, how are you doing?” Sam says and the man scoops her up in a hug.
“Well, I’ll be! Sam, I was worried we’d never see hide nor hair from you ever again! W hat in heaven’s name is that in your hair?” She smiles and tugs at her sleeves. S he hid her tattoos because she was worried what they would think.
“Well it’s purple streaks Mr. Eli. I like them.” She smiles and he laughs.
“They suit you kid. Who’s this young man you got with you?” He looks over at me and I shake his hand.
“My name is Jameson Carter.” I smile and the man goes pale. What the hell is up with everyone doing that? Out of the corner of my eye I see Sam shake her head sharply and the man nods. What the hell?
“You two come on in. It’s nice to meet you son.” The man steps back and looks at me again. He’s almost acting like he’s seen a ghost. We w alk into the house, and then I’m the one seeing a fucking ghost.
“Matt?” I stare at the guy. This cannot be happening. I grab Sam and then walk over to the man I see standing there in front of me. “Matt?” I ask again and the guy finally looks at me . He’s not M att. His jaw isn’t as defined, and he has green eyes where Matts’ were brown.
“No, I’m sorry. My name is Declan. Sam! You came.” She smiles and steps around me to give him a hug. OH shit. Declan is Matt’s brother. He’s here with Heather. Then I see her; Kate steps into the house and I just stare.
“You knew?” I breathe to Sam and she lets out
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