sure you don't want me to stay home? I hate to leave you alone.”
Yes. Stay home. “No,” she sat up and took her mom’s
hand, “go enjoy a movie. I would go it I felt up to it.” She lied.
“Well, if you're sure.” She hesitantly stood.
“I'm sure.” Waving her mom out of the room.
Once alone she stood to grab her robe and went to the
bathroom for a much-needed shower.
***
Sam sat through a short lunch trying to set his anger
aside. Sarah, Glen, and Johnathan talked easily. He wished Sarah's daughter
was as accommodating. Lily was angry that he was there, no doubt about that.
However, her anger only made him want her more. She was so pretty with her
flushed cheeks and brown eyes throwing sparks at him. He also saw the
vulnerability she was trying to hide behind the anger.
“Sam do you want to ride with us?” Glen asked. He looked
happy. He was a good guy. They'd become good friends since becoming business
partners of sorts. He was completely taken with Lily's mom. Anyone could see
why. She was very attractive with a sweet, genuine smile. Her daughter was
beautiful also but she looked at him like she wanted to carve out his eyeballs.
“I think I'll stay here for a while and make sure Lily's
okay before I leave,” he turned to Sarah, “if that's alright with you.”
“I think that's an excellent idea, Sam. Make yourself at
home.”
Glen looked doubtful. He obviously noticed the evident sense
of Lily's dislike of him. But she didn't dislike Sam, she was just angry at
him. Sam wasn’t sure why she was so mad at him but he would find out shortly.
“You think Mamma is sick?” Johnathan's worried gaze turned
to Sarah.
“She might be coming down with a bug but with some peace,
quiet and rest she'll be good as new. Promise.” She reassured him.
Sam was irritated with Lily for making her son worry. “I'll
make sure she's okay, bud. If she's not, I'll fix her up good as new.” He was
confident about that.
The worry faded out of his eyes. “Okay, Sam. Ice cream
helps. It always helps me when I'm sick.”
Ice cream wasn't what she need. “Good advice.”
The lunch dishes were cleared and the three of them grabbed
their jackets. Sarah stopped at the door as Glen and Johnathan walked out to
Glen's truck. She looked up at him with knowing eyes.
“Sam,” she murmured “Lily has been through so much the last
few years. She also hasn't gotten much sleep. She hasn't dated or spent any
time with men other than her father since Johnathan's dad died and he was just
a boy.”
Those words helped put some pieces together. Grateful to
Sarah for giving him a little insight he said, “I wouldn't do anything to hurt
her.” He assured.
After watching them leave the driveway he closed the door.
Sam decided to go on upstairs to talk to her.
He came to the top of the stairs at the same time Lily came
out of another door. She froze when she saw him, eyes going wide. He liked
the wide-eyed look on her. She was wearing a pink terrycloth robe that came to
mid-thigh. Her hair was wrapped up in a towel sitting on top of her head. His
eyes left hers to drift down her body. Her slim legs were still rosy and damp
from her shower. He wanted those legs wrapped around his waist. His hands
clenched into tight fists. Restraint was killing him. His blood started
simmering and his body became instantly hard.
“Wh-what do are you doing up here?” She was slowing backing
up. His eyes traveled slowly back up lingering on her hips and breasts before
meeting her eyes again. He took one step toward her and she quickly stepped
back.
“Don't-” She started and took in his clenched fists. When
her gaze flicked over his groin, she froze. She instantly began to panic.
“Where's my son and mother?” she demanded.
“They all left for the movie. Your mom agreed I should stay
here and keep an eye on you. Make sure you're
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