Page 87 of Resisting His Charm
“Where are you going?” He looks to me and then behind me.
I follow my cousin’s line of sight to Sammie, then over to his mother. His family has really been so kind, and I was a bitch, blaming one of their own for something they didn’t do.
“Vegas,” I say.
“Good. I’ll come visit,” Joel tells me.
“Okay.”
“Anything happens to her, I’m coming for you,” Joel says to Sammie.
“Nothing is going to happen to her.” Sammie pulls me to his side.
“I need you to get me out of this town,” I whisper.
“Done,” he says to me before peering over at Jaxson. “You going to need help cleaning up?”
“Nah, I got it. Take her home.” Jaxson nods in my direction.
Sammie leads me out to the car. His mother sits on one side. He sits on the other.
“This isn’t your fault,” Mrs. Russo tells me. “Whatever that bastard did, it has nothing to do with you.”
“I don’t know how she did it,” I say. “How could you look at a child, knowing what happened to you to make her?”
“When you’re a mother, you will get it. A mother’s love is different,” Mrs. Russo explains.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For bringing you all down here, for blaming your family. For all this trouble.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for. We help family. It’s what we do,” Mrs. Russo says. “And you’re family.”
“Thank you.” I lean against Sammie’s shoulder. And then a thought hits me. “Wait… What about Sheriff Searlait?”
“I paid him a visit. It’s how I knew to get your uncle. He squealed like a pig.” Mrs. Russo smiles. “You don’t have to worry about him. He’s now roasted like a pig too.”
I blink and nod, because what the hell do I say to someone admitting they killed a cop for me?
Sammie wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me towards him. “Just so you know, our life isn’t always this exciting. Sometimes it’s really boring.”
“You live in Vegas. I doubt your life is ever boring.”
“Welive in Vegas, and it’s not going to be boring now that I’ve got the best housemate ever.” He kisses the top of my head.
“Who?”
“You.”
“Yeah, I’m not moving in with you. Yet,” I tell him. “I’ll find my own place.”
“Why not?” he asks with a pout.
“You really are spoiled,” I laugh.
“He really is.” Mrs. Russo laughs with me.
