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“What?”
“If he says something that upsets you, let me handle it.”
“And what does exactly ‘handle it’ mean?”
“It means I’ll remind him what he threw away seventeen years ago.”
“That is so sweet.” I walked over and kissed his lips.
“And if that doesn’t work. Finn knows people.” He grinned.
“You’ve been spending way too much time with Zoey.” I laughed.
“Probably.” He bobbed his head back and forth. He looked down at Charlotte, who was staring up at him. “Tell your mother we are not disposing of Scott Louis.”
I rolled my eyes. “Come on, my love.” I took Charlotte from him. “Let’s go home and plot a way to get rid of Mr. Big Bad Scott.” I lay her in her stroller.
“That’s not funny, Sam,” he shouted as we left his office.
Chapter Forty-Six
Samantha
I was in the kitchen, cleaning up from dinner, when a knock at the door startled me.
“I’ll get it, babe,” Wes said.
I inhaled a deep breath to try to calm my nerves. Walking into the living room, I stopped when he stood there staring at me.
“Hello, Samantha.”
“Scott.”
“I see you had a baby. She’s adorable.”
“She is,” I said.
He tucked his hands into his jeans’ pockets. He hadn’t really changed much since the last time I saw him all those years ago. The only difference was that he looked older.
“You look good,” he said.
“That’s a weird thing to say to someone you abandoned right after they told you they were pregnant.”
“Right. I deserved that.”
“Scott, can I get you a drink? Scotch perhaps?”
“Sure,” Scott said.
“Sam?”
“Vodka. Make it a double. Let’s skip the small talk, Scott.”
Wes walked over and handed me my drink. I immediately took a sip.
“I was scared,” Scott said.
“Groundbreaking news,” I said. “I never would have thought that. But seriously. I’ve had seventeen years to think about this conversation, and I have to tell you, your answer is disappointingly unoriginal.”
