Naughty Secrets by Sarah Castille

Author:Sarah Castille [Castille, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Whiskey Jack Press
Published: 2018-06-05T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

NATALIE

Dancing with Sam. Talking with Sam. Holding, kissing, and hugging Sam.

My mind can barely process the events of the last half hour. One minute I am fighting the temptation of flirting with a sexy dentist. The next my Sam—the Sam I thought I lost—is in the bar, throwing back scotch like there’s no tomorrow, claiming me with possessive gestures and heated kisses, humming to the songs he once loved, and holding me so tenderly on the dance floor I am sure it must all be dream. When I left the house this morning to run my errands, I never imagined my evening would turn out like this.

But then he has to go and ruin it by reminding me that the farm comes first. After just one taste of the old Sam, one tiny peek behind the closed doors, one little reminder of how it feels to be held and wanted, I can’t go back.

Confusion flickers across Sam’s face, and for a moment he looks so lost, I can’t bring myself to walk away like I was about to do. Instead, I lean in, rest my cheek against his chest. He smells clean and soapy, his T-shirt still damp, but the deep rich scent of earth and the sweet scent of grain still cling to his skin.

He lets out a ragged breath, and his arms wrap around me, holding me so tight I can barely breathe.

“I want . . . ” He hesitates. “You to be happy.”

“I wasn’t happy today.” I press closer to him, soaking up his warmth. It feels so good to touch him again, to be in his arms, to feel like a woman and not a pal. Even if we don’t come back for years—and it will be years because the farm is demanding and relentless and every day there is some emergency that demands Sam’s attention—I will have this memory, fresher and more real than the memories of the past.

“You should have told me.”

“I thought you knew. I’m always sad on Ethan’s birthday.” The irony of the statement isn’t lost on me. Didn’t he just say the same thing only moments ago?

“So you decided to go drinking with your dentist?” His voice tightens, catches, and I see that possessive set to his jaw all over again.

“Aiden was so kind when I mentioned it at the office. He lost a child too, so he understood, and he was able to talk about it in a way no one else can. I couldn’t bear the thought of going home and sitting at the table, saying nothing like it was any other day. I wanted to talk about Ethan and let the pain out, and then I wanted not to think about it anymore. I wanted music and noise and dancing and drinking, and people having fun. That’s not what we have anymore.”

His arms fall away. “What are you saying?”

“I think I need some time away.” I feel the truth of the words as I say them. I

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