Heaven and Hell (Heaven and Hell #1)(130)

“Got that, honey,” I muttered and Sam grinned.

Then his grin faded and he shared softly, “Fifty cents of every dollar he makes he gives to ALS research ‘cause his sister died of Lou Gehrig’s disease.”

My heart squeezed.

“Oh God,” I whispered.

“He’s a nut but he’s a nut who really f**kin’ loved his sister.”

I felt my face get soft and I looked toward the Shack.

“And when Gordo died,” Sam went on and I quickly looked back at him, “and Luci lost it, he slept on her couch for two weeks because he didn’t like her bein’ alone. He made her breakfast every morning and stood over her, makin’ her eat when she wouldn’t. He left the Shack and made her lunch. And he left it again to make her dinner. He can be an ass, he’s hard to take and that’s why he never got married, never had kids. That doesn’t mean he hasn’t adopted a number of them along the way. He adopts you, as you can tell, he’s still an ass and hard to take but he’s good people.”

“Never judge a book by their cover or talking books that tell you two minutes after you’ve met them that you’ve got a great rack,” I said quietly and Sam grinned again.

Then he agreed, “Yeah.”

“What did Hap do?”

Sam’s grin got bigger before he stated, “Hap’s in the Army.”

“Right…” I drew it out on a prompt.

“And, before Skippy started his crab shack, he was in the Navy.”

“Ah,” I murmured, nodding my head.

“One night, Skip broke out the bourbon and Hap had too much, didn’t shut up, there was a discussion, it got heated, it veered to the Army Navy game the previous season which Army just happened to win. Hap rubbed it in and Skip blew a gasket. Eighty-sixed Hap for life and meant it. Hap’s tried twice to come back. Skip got out his shotgun and fired buckshot at him twice. Hap’s not a big fan of bein’ fired on in the line of duty and really not a big fan of bein’ fired on when he’s just lookin’ for dinner. So Hap hasn’t attempted a third time.”

“This is probably wise,” I stated.

“Definitely wise,” Sam agreed.

I held his eyes and told him, “Celeste said that you can tell a lot by the company a man keeps.”

Sam burst out laughing. I smiled and watched.

When he controlled his laughter, he remarked, “Great. Not sure that’s good, baby.”

My smile died and I whispered, “I am.”

Sam’s eyes got intense, his face got intense and I held my breath.

Then he leaned into me, opening his mouth to speak just when two bottles of beer thudded loudly on the wood beside us.

I choked back growling my frustration when I turned to the bottles to see Skip had deposited them so forcefully both of them were foaming over. Then my eyes tipped up to look at him.

“Beer,” he grunted the obvious then stalked off.

Sam chuckled, grabbed a beer, reached out to a napkin dispenser, yanked some out and wiped one down before he handed it to me.

The moment was lost.

I decided to let it go and find my time to make another one.

Not long after, our meals were served.

I was an experimental eater, I would try practically everything. That said, the operative word in that was “practically”. And it had to be said that I was willing to try a fried crab sandwich but was still apprehensive about it. After meeting Skip, learning about him and seeing the many picnic tables filled with people and the steady coming and going of cars picking up takeaway orders, I felt better about this. After actually eating it and the mound of homemade, spiced by hand, thin fries that were fried to crispy perfection and covered in ketchup, I knew why Sam was a regular.

After Skippy’s, we headed home and finished the evening on the couch, snuggled together, Sam watching a game. I knew he’d cuddle even while watching a game and I was happy to have this verified.

Then bed, great sex, sleep and now I found myself waiting for Sam’s mother to show and check me out.

He’d shared and he’d even done it deeply about Marisela Cooper. He loved his mother. I knew this.

So I also knew if I stood a chance of making the man I loved love me, I had to make Marisela Cooper do the same.

But of anyone, she knew his many nuances. She’d created both Sampson Cooper and Sam. She knew Sampson Cooper could have anyone and should settle for nothing but the best. And she knew Sam Cooper deserved the best of the best.

And I had to convince her that was me.

And I was scared to death.

“Kia, look at me,” I heard Sam call gently and my eyes, which were staring unfocused at his shoulder, lifted to his. When they did, his face got close. “I know you’re worried and it sucks that you’re worried but I gotta say, I love that you care enough to be worried.”

My body softened into his and I whispered, “Baby.”

His eyes moved over my face then locked to mine and he kept speaking gently, this time soft and sweet, when he said, “You’re beautiful always but you make a little dress and high heels look f**kin’ spectacular and when your face looks just… like… that, honey, you take my breath away.”

God, God, God, I loved this man.

And I had to let him know without letting him know.