Free Wild Rekindled Love by Sandy Sullivan

them. “I’m sorry, Sam. I never should have kept Wyatt’s existence from you, and when he came back, I should have made sure you knew who he is.”
    “You never wanted to talk about him, Mom.”
    Jamie closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead as Wyatt frowned at her movements. “I know, baby. That time was difficult at best. Being seventeen and pregnant wasn’t a good thing.”
    “You okay, Jamie?”
    “Yeah, I just have a headache. The stress, I guess.” Her gaze returned to Samantha. “We’ll make it up to you, sweetie—both of us. Right, Wyatt?”
    “Yes,” he answered, shifting his attention to Sam.
    “Actually we had planned on telling you tonight, Samantha. That’s why we were going to Wyatt’s for dinner later. Unfortunately, your Uncle’s big mouth ruined it.”
    “We could still go over there Mom—maybe do something as a family?”
    “You have to understand one thing Sam, your mom and I aren’t together as a couple anymore.”
    “I know, but that doesn’t mean we can do things as a family, does it?”
    His worried gaze met Jamie’s across the loft, before it returned to his daughter. He knew for certain Samantha wanted them back together again so they could be a family and he wouldn’t mind it either, but he didn’t think that’s what Jamie wanted. “We’ll just take things slow, okay? I’ll spend as much time with you as I can, but I do have to work and sometimes my schedule is messed up.”
    Samantha’s shoulder lifted in a half shrug. “It’s okay. I know you have to work and Mom is going to school. That’s why we live with grandma and grandpa right now. Right, Mom?”
    I didn’t know she was going to school.
    “Yeah. We’ll be getting our own place soon.” Jamie stood and wobbled a little on her feet and her face crinkled in pain.
    “Are you sure you’re okay? You look pale.”
    “I’m fine. It’s just a little dizziness from standing up too fast.” She looked at Samantha and said, “We should get back in the house, baby. Your uncle and aunt are worried about you.”
    “Okay, Mom.”
    “I’ll go down first.” He grasped the top of the ladder and moved a couple of rungs down. “Be careful. This ladder probably needs to be repaired. It’s a little wobbly.”
    Once his feet touched the floor, Samantha came down right behind him and Jamie behind her. The ripe round ass cheeks that met his eyes when Jamie came down the ladder almost had him coming in his jeans and he groaned silently.
    Damn! She’s got the prettiest ass in the whole county!
    He cleared his throat nervously when her eyes met his as her feet touched the floor and she frowned.
    They all moved toward the house as the early afternoon sun reflected off the sliding glass doors. Stepping up on the back deck, Samantha broke the silence between him and Jamie with her bubbly chatter until they were almost to the rear of the structure.
    Jamie stopped just as she reached the deck and grasped the handrail. Her knuckles turned white from the death grip she held on the wood. He moved back toward her and murmured, “Jamie?” Sweat dotted her forehead and her face had a pasty white color to it. When he grasped her hand, it was cold to the touch. “Jamie? Are you okay?”
    “No—I don’t feel well,” she whispered, right before her eyes rolled back in her head and she slid toward the floor.
    He scooped her up in his arms before she made it to the ground beneath their feet. Moving toward the door, he vaguely heard Samantha asking what happened while he whispered her Jamie’s ear, “Jamie—baby. Talk to me.” Quickly giving Samantha instructions to open the doors, he moved inside and headed for the couch in the living room. The rest of her family gathered and followed him, their rapid fire questions echoing in his ears when he gently laid her down.
    “Someone grab a cool washcloth,” he instructed while he began checking her over, taking her pulse and scanning her body with his eyes. “Abby? Can you go out