Sam by Makenna Jameison

Author:Makenna Jameison
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: alpha male romance, protector romance, dominant alpha male romance possessive, military romance series, navy seal romance series
Publisher: Makenna Jameison
Published: 2023-10-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

AVA STRODE INTO HER apartment after a long day wandering around Cairo, weariness washing over her. She’d picked up some pieces in the market—beautiful handwoven baskets and scarves, a flowy dress, and some smaller items. She was tired, and the doorman’s note of her return hadn’t made her feel less on-edge. The opposite in fact. He’d been polite but clearly had been watching for her.

Trying to shake off the uneasiness she felt, Ava set her purchases down on the kitchen table. She’d have to buy another suitcase at this rate to get everything home. Aside from the amazing finds from the markets, she’d have all the paintings she’d been working on. The drop cloth she’d been using was folded neatly in the corner, a splattering of sienna, rich yellows, and golden tones upon it. Cairo had some breathtaking sunsets, and she’d taken to painting the city skyline in the evenings.

Her eyes landed on the paintings leaning against the wall. Maybe she would ship them back to the States rather than risk them getting lost or damaged in a suitcase. She rifled through the bags of things she’d gotten today, noticing the woven placemats on her table. Although she wasn’t having guests to dine, she’d purchased and set out four placemats, enjoying the splash of color they brought to the room. One at the opposite end of the table was slightly askew, and she frowned, positive it hadn’t been that way earlier.

“I must be imagining things,” she muttered to herself, setting her purse down. She pulled both her phones out, noticing she’d missed a text from Wren earlier. It had been crowded and loud in the market, so she hadn’t heard the phone buzz.

Wren: I miss you, bestie! We’re going to have the biggest celebration when you get home. Wine. Apps. The works. Pinky swear!

Ava laughed, remembering how she’d texted Wren that phrase months ago. She’d love to call her up right now to chat or better yet, sit in a quiet restaurant together enjoying a meal and good bottle of wine. Damn. She really hadn’t gotten out much here. Dinners alone drew attention, and although she’d had a meal once with her client and his wife, she was mostly eating by herself in her apartment. It was nothing like back home in New York where she’d see old friends, other artists, and Wren and Blair.

Sam’s missed text was there as well, but he’d simply passed on Jett’s info.

Ava blew out a sigh.

Straightening the wayward placemat, she headed into her kitchen. Ava needed to figure out what to cook for dinner. She should be absolutely famished after walking around for hours but surprisingly found herself not that hungry. That’s what stress would do to you, she supposed. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and twisted off the cap, taking a long gulp. Ava half-wondered if she was coming down with something. She’d felt a little lightheaded earlier in the day and had been tired in the hot sun.

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