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There was a time I believed in us, but that time is long gone.”
    I urge her face back up, so she’s meeting my eyes. “Give me time to prove myself.”
    “I don’t know.” The fact she hasn’t moved and my lips are mere inches from hers tells me she still feels our connection.
    “One week.”
    This grabs her attention.
    “All I need is one week to make your feelings for me resurface and prove to you I’m not going anywhere.”
    “I can’t promise anything,” she relents, but at the same time, there’s a knock on the door.
    She slides back and my hand falls from her face.
    “Are you expecting someone?” I ask.
    She shakes her head no and rises to her feet.
    “I’ll get it,” I say, beating her up and making my way to the door.
    “Brad, you don’t have to be protective of us. We’re in Roosevelt.” She follows right behind me, and I look through the peephole.
    A tall guy with a John Deere cap low over his eyes stands on the porch. A big jacket covers up his upper body, and worn in jeans with a pair of work boots clothe his lower half. Taylor unlocks and opens the door without even looking.
    My hand splays on the door and I shut it before it fully opens.
    “You’re going to open the door without looking?”
    The one side of her lip quirks up. “You just looked through the peephole. I’m fairly sure if there’s a man with an axe, you’d have said something.”
    The knob twists in her hand, but my hand holds it firmly closed.
    “It’s some guy with a John Deere hat.” Her lip turns down.
    “Tay,” a guy slurs on the other side of the door. “Open up, Tay.”
    I remove my hand and she opens it up, ignoring my objection. The man falls into the house, landing on his face.
    “Friend of yours?” I ask. She peers out the screen door, waves to a truck. It then pulls away, and I’m guessing there’s more than one reason for her apprehension and her hesitation to give us another chance.
    “This is Sam.”
    “That’s me,” the man raises his hand. “That hurt.”
    Taylor kneels down and helps him sit up. He leans against the staircase and rubs the tip of his nose.
    “You reek,” she says, waving her hand in front of her face. He captures it and kisses the top. My veins explode with rage.
    “Marry me?” He laughs, but anyone can tell he’s dead serious from the admiration overflowing his eyes.
    She pulls her hand away, and looks at me nervously. “Sam is my brother-in-law,” she informs me, and I shove my hands in my pockets. Sam looks at me, judging and appraising my size. I’m doing the same, but a little more discreetly since I’m not drunk off my ass.
    “Oh, I forgot the deadbeat was coming over tonight.”
    I inhale a deep breath, hold it, and count to ten before I lose all control and beat the shit out of him in front of the girl he loves.
    “Sam, don’t say that.” Taylor gets up and grabs her bottle of water, handing it to him. “Have some water.”
    He takes it easily from her hands and starts drinking.
    “I should probably go,” I say, moving to grab my jacket hanging on the knob of the staircase.
    “Back to wherever you came from,” Sam sneers.
    “Excuse me?” I turn around, but Taylor shakes her head, and I clench my fists at my sides.
    “You obviously prefer blondes, right?” He grabs a strand of Taylor’s dark hair. “She’s a brunette now, so beat it.” He stumbles to his feet and Taylor helps to hold him up.
    I can’t deny the fact that she told him about my indiscretion hurts, but whatever relationship she has with him isn’t my business. She agreed to one week, and I’m going to hold her to it.
    “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t allow drunk men around my daughter,” I say, swinging my arm through my jacket.
    “Oh, fuck off. She calls me daddy,” he says, and this time I can’t restrain myself. My fist flies out my pocket and cracks along his jaw. His head hits the floor, and Taylor looks up at me, her eyes pleading. This isn’t the first