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deserved it, but after seeing Sam's moves, he wouldn't want to face off with her.
"I still can't believe I did that. Without even thinking." She shifted in her seat, her eyes moving past the steering wheel toward the empty highway. He could tell that she felt bad for hurting the guy. Not just because of the way her brows pinched. The far off look in her eyes spoke of remorse. Still, he didn't doubt for a second that she would do it all over again if faced with a similar situation.
She needed to keep that same determination, especially when he dropped the bomb on her.
He shook the thoughts from his mind, refocusing on the road ahead of them. "Don't worry about that guy. Seriously. He deserved it. Being a celebrity you must deal with guys like that all the time."
"A celebrity?" she snorted. "Not quite. But no, I don't deal with jerks like him. The security at my events is pretty tight."
"You don't give yourself enough credit." He'd read all of her books, the praise she received, definitely well deserved. To watch her evolve through television interviews and magazine articles, while he sat on the sidelines slashed at his heart. How he wished he could have been there to support her during her career. Now all of it may be for nothing.
"Is it wrong that it actually felt good when I hit him? What's weird is that I didn't feel like myself." Sam paused, as if rethinking what she said. "I mean I felt like myself, just different, like I was watching outside of my body."
Ian could feel her eyes on him. He glanced to the side waiting for her to finish.
"Does that make sense?"
He rested his hand on her knee, thankful that her body was no longer chilled. Color had begun to tint her cheeks. "It makes total sense. Whenever we are put in a position to defend ourselves, our primal instincts kick in. Self preservation."
A bead of sweat formed on his forehead. The car felt like a mobile sauna. Finally thawed, Sam tossed his coat in the backseat. Leaning forward, she turned down the thermostat. Her cheek met the headrest as she faced him, her feet still tucked under her. Something weighed on her mind.
“Did he hurt you?” he asked, his tone turning serious.
Sam unzipped her hoodie, tugging her arm out of the sleeve. A purplish bruise already began to form where the guy squeezed her arm.
A growl rumbled his chest when he saw the mark, his fingertips gently caressing her arm. If he didn't have to worry about the cops, he would have stayed and taught that kid a lesson. To never lay a hand on a woman, especially his wom–especially Sam. What limited restraint Ian had left, kept him from turning the vehicle around and beating them all to a pulp.
* * *
Sam regretted showing Ian the bruise. She wouldn't have shown him had she known it would be there. The moment his eyes swept across it, his jaw flinched. “I had a feeling those guys were up to no good, when I saw their attention focused on the bathrooms.” He finally released the wheel, picking up her hand, before he kissed her knuckles.
Flames licked through her body when his lips pressed to her skin. Her breath hitched. If he didn't stop, she'd let out a moan. God forbid. She wouldn't be able to face him for the rest of the trip.
“I'm sorry that I didn't get there sooner.” His words vibrated her skin. Until his voice broke. She gazed over in time to see the pain in his eyes.
Then her phone beeped, breaking her trance. She picked it up from the console to see two missed calls and a text message. The call log showed the calls were from Scott. She checked the text.
Worried about you. Left a message at your house. Haven't heard back. Let me know you're ok. Scott.
“Is everything alright?” Ian asked.
“Yeah, I was supposed to have dinner with a friend tonight and I forgot to cancel. He's checking in to make sure I'm okay.”
“He?” Ian growled, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the wheel. If he squeezed any harder he'd snap it in half. “I thought you
"I still can't believe I did that. Without even thinking." She shifted in her seat, her eyes moving past the steering wheel toward the empty highway. He could tell that she felt bad for hurting the guy. Not just because of the way her brows pinched. The far off look in her eyes spoke of remorse. Still, he didn't doubt for a second that she would do it all over again if faced with a similar situation.
She needed to keep that same determination, especially when he dropped the bomb on her.
He shook the thoughts from his mind, refocusing on the road ahead of them. "Don't worry about that guy. Seriously. He deserved it. Being a celebrity you must deal with guys like that all the time."
"A celebrity?" she snorted. "Not quite. But no, I don't deal with jerks like him. The security at my events is pretty tight."
"You don't give yourself enough credit." He'd read all of her books, the praise she received, definitely well deserved. To watch her evolve through television interviews and magazine articles, while he sat on the sidelines slashed at his heart. How he wished he could have been there to support her during her career. Now all of it may be for nothing.
"Is it wrong that it actually felt good when I hit him? What's weird is that I didn't feel like myself." Sam paused, as if rethinking what she said. "I mean I felt like myself, just different, like I was watching outside of my body."
Ian could feel her eyes on him. He glanced to the side waiting for her to finish.
"Does that make sense?"
He rested his hand on her knee, thankful that her body was no longer chilled. Color had begun to tint her cheeks. "It makes total sense. Whenever we are put in a position to defend ourselves, our primal instincts kick in. Self preservation."
A bead of sweat formed on his forehead. The car felt like a mobile sauna. Finally thawed, Sam tossed his coat in the backseat. Leaning forward, she turned down the thermostat. Her cheek met the headrest as she faced him, her feet still tucked under her. Something weighed on her mind.
“Did he hurt you?” he asked, his tone turning serious.
Sam unzipped her hoodie, tugging her arm out of the sleeve. A purplish bruise already began to form where the guy squeezed her arm.
A growl rumbled his chest when he saw the mark, his fingertips gently caressing her arm. If he didn't have to worry about the cops, he would have stayed and taught that kid a lesson. To never lay a hand on a woman, especially his wom–especially Sam. What limited restraint Ian had left, kept him from turning the vehicle around and beating them all to a pulp.
* * *
Sam regretted showing Ian the bruise. She wouldn't have shown him had she known it would be there. The moment his eyes swept across it, his jaw flinched. “I had a feeling those guys were up to no good, when I saw their attention focused on the bathrooms.” He finally released the wheel, picking up her hand, before he kissed her knuckles.
Flames licked through her body when his lips pressed to her skin. Her breath hitched. If he didn't stop, she'd let out a moan. God forbid. She wouldn't be able to face him for the rest of the trip.
“I'm sorry that I didn't get there sooner.” His words vibrated her skin. Until his voice broke. She gazed over in time to see the pain in his eyes.
Then her phone beeped, breaking her trance. She picked it up from the console to see two missed calls and a text message. The call log showed the calls were from Scott. She checked the text.
Worried about you. Left a message at your house. Haven't heard back. Let me know you're ok. Scott.
“Is everything alright?” Ian asked.
“Yeah, I was supposed to have dinner with a friend tonight and I forgot to cancel. He's checking in to make sure I'm okay.”
“He?” Ian growled, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the wheel. If he squeezed any harder he'd snap it in half. “I thought you
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