“I would help, but I’m going to Sydney this weekend for my first girls’ night out since the shifter killer mess.” She bounced in her seat and turned to Brock. “Your sister is coming. I’m looking forward to it.”
Brock smiled at her and reached up tucking behind her ear a curl that had fallen out of her braid. “That’s good. It’s good that you’re ready to start living your life again.”
Sammy nodded. “Yeah, no more hiding. I don’t ever want to be the victim again.”
Brock brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it. “You never will be if I have anything to do about it.” Brock looked deadly serious, and Sammy got the strange feeling that Brock was doing something to make sure it didn’t happen not only to her but to other women.
Slater cleared his throat, and she tore her gaze from Brock’s fierce one, telling herself she was reading too much into what he said.
“Will you back for Sunday dinner with my family?”
Sammy turned to Slater and grinned. “Of course. There is no way I’m ever missing one of those. Your mother is hilarious. And your brothers are growing on me.”
“Kayon is more like a weed you can’t seem to get rid of,” Slater muttered.
“I think all lawyers are like your brother. At least your brother can be pruned,” Brock added, and Sammy giggled.
“He’s not that bad. He just takes time to trust.”
“And many other things,” Slater said.
“You know he kinda reminds me of what my mother would think would be a perfect child.”
“You’re right, Brock. I always thought he was switched at birth with Zack.”
Sammy laughed hard at the image that came before her. “Oh my God. I think you might be right.”
They joked the whole ride to her surprise destination. When the car stopped Slater got out first offering her his hand. She took it and eased out making sure her dress didn’t hike up too much. Straightening she looked around at the casino and frowned. Sammy wasn’t one for gambling. Brock got out, and both he and Slater offered their arms. Not wanting to spoil the night by telling them she didn’t gamble Sammy hooked her arm through theirs and let them both guide her into the casino.
When they walked by the gambling tables and slot machines Sammy’s curiosity was piqued. A squeal of joy left her, and she didn’t care who looked at her when they walked to the theater where on a big sign it read “The Phantom of the Opera”.
“You two didn’t.” She jumped up and down, so excited that her two men had done something so special for her.
“You said you wanted to go and wished you’d gotten to go with your mother, but we hope going with us will be a good consolation prize as she can’t be with you.” Before Slater had even finished Sammy was hugging him, and she reached up pulling him down so she could kiss him.
“Thank you. Thank you.”
“What about my thank you? I had to go talk to my mother as Slater chickened out.” Sammy left Slater and threw herself at Brock. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and his hands cupped her arse helping to hold her up to him.
“I can’t thank you enough.” She brushed her lips over his. “This means so much to me. I really appreciate you enduring your mother for me.” Sammy kissed his cheeks and his lips, lingering there letting her tongue out to trace his before she sought entry and showed him how much this really meant to her.
A bell rang around them, breaking Sammy from Brock’s mouth. She looked over at Slater to see a huge grin on his face.
“Come on, let’s go in. It’s starting.” Slater winked. “Next time I’ll pluck up my courage and go face Adele.”
Sammy eased down Brock’s body and didn’t miss the hard rod that pulsed in his pants as she slid down. Brock walked behind her as they walked into the theater and to front row seats.
Sammy sat and got comfortable with her two men on either side of her. She squeezed both their hands and glued her gaze to the stage.
Over two hours and one intermission later, Sammy’s face was sore from smiling. Her phone had vibrated a couple of times, in the car and the theater, but she’d ignored it, too enrapt in the scenes before her. Pulling it out of her bra she saw Sandy had called a couple of times. Worried something had happened to her and the babies she pulled Slater and Brock, who were also looking at their phones, over to somewhere quieter.
Putting her phone to her ear Sammy listened to her messages. “I’m in labor. Yeah, I know early. Meet me at the hospital.” Message one. Message two. “Where are you, Sammy?” Message three. “Sammy, answer your fucking phone. If you make me have these babies and Adele is my only other support I will kill you.” Message four. “Jane sucks. She’s such a wuss. They won’t give me any more drugs, and she can’t handle me yelling. Get your arse here now.” Message five. “Hi, Sammy, it’s Zack. I’ve tried my cousin and brother, and no one is answering. Please save us. Sandy is threatening to cut things off, and I don’t mean the relationship.” Sammy laughed at Zack’s message. She couldn’t help it because she knew what Sandy was like. Message six. “Hello, Sammy. It’s Jake. Sandy just gave birth to two perfect little girls. One is mine and I called her Emily, and Zack called his Abby. Please call us. We’re worried about you, and Sandy would love to see you.”