Free Sweet Haven (The Sweet Series Book 2) by K.C. Lynn

I do. Her brother is an asshole too, but this date has nothing to do with either of them and she’s not like that. She’s cool.”
    She’s much more than cool but I keep that to myself.
    “Well I’ve spoken with Catherine a few times and she has always been lovely so I’m sure her daughter is the same way.”
    My dad grunts. “The problem in that family isn’t with the women. It’s the men.”
    I agree with him, although I don’t know John Evans well but her brother is a different story, and he had to learn about being a jackass from somewhere.
    “Whatever happened between you guys?” I ask him.
    He shrugs. “Nothing happened per se,” he starts. “The guy is just an arrogant son of a bitch. Thinks his shit don’t stink and no one is as good as his precious son.”
    “Sounds like someone else I know,” my mom mumbles.
    “The hell it does,” my father shoots back, getting all worked up. “We might not have a problem admitting when we’re good at something”—he gestures between the two of us—“but we aren’t assholes about it.”
    Exactly! There’s a difference between confidence and arrogance.
    “Whatever you say,” she sighs before pointing a finger at me. “Either way, I raised you right, Jasiah. I want you to prove it. You treat her good—respect her. She’s not a conquest. Bring her flowers and show her a nice time.”
    “Don’t worry, Mom. I got this.”
    I might not date but I always respect the chicks I’m with. It’s a mutual arrangement. However, I know Sam is different, and I plan to spend a day and evening with her that both of us will never forget.

CHAPTER 9
    Sam
    I must have changed my outfit at least a dozen times. All his text said was dress casual and comfortable. He wouldn’t give me anything else. Not one hint as to what we’re doing. Doesn’t he realize how vague that is? Causal and comfortable could mean a variety of things.
    Leave it to him to drive me nuts.
    Though, I can’t deny the butterflies swirling in my tummy. All week I’ve looked forward to this then berated myself for it. One more time. One more night with him. I just want to feel that connection once more.
    To feel… alive.
    That’s the best way to explain it. That night in his truck was reckless and so unlike me but it was the first time I’ve felt alive in a long time. I have no idea what’s in store for us today but I plan to embrace it and enjoy it for what it is.
    I finally decided on a pair of cutoff jean shorts that mold to my skin like butter. They are the comfiest ones I own and are very flattering, especially for my backside. I paired it with a flowy army green tank that makes my green eyes more pronounced.
    I warm thinking about the new Victoria Secret bra and panties I have on underneath that I bought just for him. That’s of course if we get to that point tonight. By his parting comment last weekend, I’m assuming we will. Just the thought has heat gathering between my thighs.
    One more time.
    The sound of my phone ringing cuts through my thoughts. Grabbing my cell from the nightstand, my heart swells with love at the picture of my sister’s face flashing on the screen.
    “Well, if it isn’t my favorite sister in the whole world,” I answer.
    “The one and only.” The smile I hear in her voice matches the one on my face. “There’s a small moment of reprieve in the boutique so I wanted to call and check in. How are things?”
    “Good. I’m actually just waiting to be picked up for a date,” I say, knowing I shouldn’t tell her but need to talk to someone about it.
    “A date,” she squeals excitedly. “Who is it? Do I know him?” There’s a pause, her enthusiasm diminishing. “Don’t tell me it’s with that two-timing bastard.”
    “No. I told you, I’m done with Grant.”
    “Good. Then who is it?”
    “Promise you won’t tell a soul?”
    “Oh my god, I can’t tell anyone? This is so damn juicy. Yes, I promise. Now tell me before I die of curiosity.”
    I