Grabbing her black pants and her long sleeved plain pink top, she shoved them on and went to her bag, got out her mobile and called Slater. He answered on the second ring.
“Hey, beautiful, you’re not ringing to cancel?”
“Maybe. It depends on you and Brock. I need clothes. I have decided that I’m not going to go another day without clothes that I like. No one gets to tell me what I can wear and what I can’t. I’m even going to treat myself to new clothes and not op-shop ones. You and Brock may come with me, or you can see me tomorrow. It’s up to you.”
Sammy slipped into her shoes and grabbed some hair-ties for her hair. She felt better already knowing that she would treat herself and go shopping.
“Of course we’ll go with you. Are you driving, or do you need me to come and pick you up?”
Sammy only had her learner’s permit. She’d meant to go and have lessons, but when her mum got sick she put everything on hold. She caught the bus to work, and any spare money she had went on her mother to help her stay comfortable and to have the better brand of medicine and so on. Her mother had wanted to go get a loan on the house, but Sammy wouldn’t let her. Her mother had looked after her all her life, and Sammy felt she could do it for her mother for the time she had left.
“I can catch a bus. I don’t drive. I’m only on my learner’s.”
“I can come and pick you up now. I’d also be happy to help teach you to drive. We’ll pick a time, and I’ll clear it. I know you need hours built up to go for your P’s.”
“If you’re okay with me dragging you around clothes shopping then by all means come and pick me up.”
“As long as I get to spend time with you I’m happy to do anything.”
Sammy rolled her eyes. She highly doubted Slater meant what he said, and after going shopping with her today he might regret saying it. “Sure. See you when you get here.”
“I’ll be at your place in fifteen, twenty minutes.”
Sammy hung up and finished getting ready. She brushed her hair again and did her teeth, put lip gloss on. It was the only makeup Greg had let her keep. Asshole. Today she would get makeup also. By the end of today she promised she would be her old self again.
Sammy tidied up the already immaculate house as she waited for Slater to come and pick her up. She would take Slater up on his offer. She would learn to drive. Sammy remembered Greg telling her that females shouldn’t be on the road because they were nuisances, and he liked that she couldn’t drive. Sammy now knew that her not driving was another control thing.
Her front doorbell rang, and she opened it to see Slater standing there and Brock opening her gate and walking to the door.
Slater was clean shaven, and with his short, curly, dirty-blond hair and deep sea green eyes and tall, muscular build it was no wonder her body lit up at the sight of him. He was gorgeous. He looked like he belonged on a magazine. He was so yummy.
Brock had a nice five o’clock shadow going on, and his hair sat in a messy curly array on his head. His piercing blue eyes never missed anything, and his body was to die for. He was dark and menacing and sent wicked shivers through her every time he was close.
The both together were deadly. They were irresistible. Sammy knew if she hadn’t gone through what she had in the last year, she would have jumped their bones as soon as they’d told her what she was to them.
Sammy hoped she could handle Slater and Brock. Before Greg she’d been full of energy and knew that she could have handled both men, or at least tried. The old Sammy might have been embarrassed about being with two men, but she would have tried. She wanted to be her old self again. Today she was determined to be what she was like before Greg.
Shutting the door behind her she hitched her bag strap over her shoulder and patted the side of the bag to check she had her keys. She walked down to Brock as he came to them. Two big four wheel drives sat out in front of her house, one white, the other black. She knew without even asking which car belonged to whom. She reached for Slater’s hand, held it, and walked to the white one.
“How’d you know this was mine?” Slater asked as he paused by the passenger door.
“I just knew. Brock is also the brooding one, so I thought black is his type of color.”
Slater laughed and opened the front passenger door and helped her up. Crap. The car was big. He couldn’t teach her in this. She would feel like she was driving a truck.
“Did you mean it?” She grabbed Slater and yanked him back around to face her before he went to go to his side.
“Did I mean what?” Slater raised his eyebrow as she wiggled back on the seat.