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Authors: Catherine Bybee, Crystal Posey
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He read Samantha’s question and started to answer aloud. “Samantha, what’s going—”
“God, I miss you. I wish my passport would hurry up and get here so I can join you.”
Blake’s eyes shot up. Samantha didn’t sound like she’d been drinking, although he did like the thought of her missing him. Still, he knew bullshit when he heard it.
Someone is bugging my phone. Keep talking.
“What?” Bugging her phone?
“I said I miss you,” Samantha’s breathless voice wavered.
“I miss you, too,” he whispered slowly as he typed back. WTF is going on?
Samantha chuckled. “You know what I’ve been thinking about all day?” The 900-voice collided with the text messages, both of which started to screw with his brain. If someone had bugged her phone, they’d been in her house. His jaw started to ache and heat built inside his body. He was too damn far away to reach her.
“No, why don’t you tell me?”
Being watched. Think someone’s listening to us now.
“I’ve been thinking about that sexy smile of yours.”
He hesitated in his text reply. “You think my smile’s sexy?”
“You know I do. I miss seeing the laughter in your eyes when we’re together.”
Blake knew her words were for the person listening, but the effect of them was no less potent. Samantha might not be an actress, but she was doing a hell of a job now.
We need to get you out of there.
“You know what I miss about you?” he asked, keeping the conversation exactly where she’d put it.
“Tell me.”
I have to agree with you. She texted.
He was shocked she agreed without a fight. “What?”
“I said tell me what you miss about me.” Samantha redirected him.
Blake set the phone aside and concentrated on her words.
“I miss that wild hair of yours pressed on my pillow.” The image was one he pictured often, even if he hadn’t seen it...yet. “The way you moisten your lips right before I kiss you.”
“You do?” Her voice grew rough.
“I miss the lavender scent of your skin. I’m going to have the gardeners plant bushels of it here so every time I walk by I will be reminded of you.” Where had that come from? And since when was he a poet?
The phone was silent for a moment. “Samantha? Are you still there?” He glanced at his cell to see if she’d sent another text. She hadn’t.
“I’m here. I just… I need to be closer to you. Maybe I should move into your home in Malibu .”
He smiled. “I’m glad you finally agreed.”
“Everything happened so fast, I thought it would be best to move slowly. Now it just seems silly.”
“You’re an independent woman. I understand. But we’ll be spending time here in Europe and there. It would be better for you to get comfortable in both places. Then at least I know where you are when we have to be apart.” Funny, every word he said was true but if there wasn’t another set of ears listening, he probably wouldn’t say any of it.
“You’re… dammit!” Her expletive exploded from her lips.
The hair on his neck stood on end. “What’s wrong?”
“I-I stubbed my toe.” She sounded pissed, not hurt.
His phone buzzed. Found a camera.
“What are you doing?” he asked. He took to his feet and started to pace.
“Picking out a few books to take to your house. When will you be here on Sunday?” If he hadn’t been listening, he wouldn’t have noticed the tremor in her voice. He pressed the number to Neil and sent an urgent text. Get to Sam’s now! I’ll call you in a few minutes.
“I’m going to rearrange my plans and fly in sooner.” As in tonight.
“That isn’t necessary,” she said.
“I disagree. We’ve been apart too long.” Those words felt exactly right, despite their agreed upon contract.
She let out a deep breath. “You won’t get an argument out of me.”
“I’ll call later.”
“Don’t do anything rash,” she told him. “I’m fine.”
But he wasn’t. Someone was spying on his wife, listening to her
He read Samantha’s question and started to answer aloud. “Samantha, what’s going—”
“God, I miss you. I wish my passport would hurry up and get here so I can join you.”
Blake’s eyes shot up. Samantha didn’t sound like she’d been drinking, although he did like the thought of her missing him. Still, he knew bullshit when he heard it.
Someone is bugging my phone. Keep talking.
“What?” Bugging her phone?
“I said I miss you,” Samantha’s breathless voice wavered.
“I miss you, too,” he whispered slowly as he typed back. WTF is going on?
Samantha chuckled. “You know what I’ve been thinking about all day?” The 900-voice collided with the text messages, both of which started to screw with his brain. If someone had bugged her phone, they’d been in her house. His jaw started to ache and heat built inside his body. He was too damn far away to reach her.
“No, why don’t you tell me?”
Being watched. Think someone’s listening to us now.
“I’ve been thinking about that sexy smile of yours.”
He hesitated in his text reply. “You think my smile’s sexy?”
“You know I do. I miss seeing the laughter in your eyes when we’re together.”
Blake knew her words were for the person listening, but the effect of them was no less potent. Samantha might not be an actress, but she was doing a hell of a job now.
We need to get you out of there.
“You know what I miss about you?” he asked, keeping the conversation exactly where she’d put it.
“Tell me.”
I have to agree with you. She texted.
He was shocked she agreed without a fight. “What?”
“I said tell me what you miss about me.” Samantha redirected him.
Blake set the phone aside and concentrated on her words.
“I miss that wild hair of yours pressed on my pillow.” The image was one he pictured often, even if he hadn’t seen it...yet. “The way you moisten your lips right before I kiss you.”
“You do?” Her voice grew rough.
“I miss the lavender scent of your skin. I’m going to have the gardeners plant bushels of it here so every time I walk by I will be reminded of you.” Where had that come from? And since when was he a poet?
The phone was silent for a moment. “Samantha? Are you still there?” He glanced at his cell to see if she’d sent another text. She hadn’t.
“I’m here. I just… I need to be closer to you. Maybe I should move into your home in Malibu .”
He smiled. “I’m glad you finally agreed.”
“Everything happened so fast, I thought it would be best to move slowly. Now it just seems silly.”
“You’re an independent woman. I understand. But we’ll be spending time here in Europe and there. It would be better for you to get comfortable in both places. Then at least I know where you are when we have to be apart.” Funny, every word he said was true but if there wasn’t another set of ears listening, he probably wouldn’t say any of it.
“You’re… dammit!” Her expletive exploded from her lips.
The hair on his neck stood on end. “What’s wrong?”
“I-I stubbed my toe.” She sounded pissed, not hurt.
His phone buzzed. Found a camera.
“What are you doing?” he asked. He took to his feet and started to pace.
“Picking out a few books to take to your house. When will you be here on Sunday?” If he hadn’t been listening, he wouldn’t have noticed the tremor in her voice. He pressed the number to Neil and sent an urgent text. Get to Sam’s now! I’ll call you in a few minutes.
“I’m going to rearrange my plans and fly in sooner.” As in tonight.
“That isn’t necessary,” she said.
“I disagree. We’ve been apart too long.” Those words felt exactly right, despite their agreed upon contract.
She let out a deep breath. “You won’t get an argument out of me.”
“I’ll call later.”
“Don’t do anything rash,” she told him. “I’m fine.”
But he wasn’t. Someone was spying on his wife, listening to her
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