Free Mistaken Identity by TC Matson Page B

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    Our dinner was simple, a nice mom and pop restaurant with country cooking to the finest extent. We laughed and cut up like we were teenagers again. His laugh is amazing, blazing his dimples, and sparking the gems in his eyes to light up. He stuck to his original words, and never brought up work, even after I explained again about Adam covering me up in work. He’s charming as hell, and he uses that to his advantage.
    “Oh, shit, it’s ten already.” I check my watch surprised at how the time has gone to war on me but this time by moving too fast.
    “And?” he arches his eyebrow.
    “I have to get home. I have a very long day with zombie guy and I am so looking forward to it,” I twirl my finger in a circle exaggerating a party with a sarcastic grin. “And we still need to get to my car.”
    “Zombie guy?” he questions.
    “I’m training someone at work. Psycho zombie Jeff. He won an award for best horror film ever.” I joke. I can see the gears in his head are working and he’s deep in thought about something.
    “Well, I’ll take you home and pick you back up in the morning.” He finishes his beer, placing it down on the table.
    “You don’t have to do—”
    “I know I don’t,” he interrupts, “I don’t do anything I don’t want to do, but I’ve kept you out this long, it’s the least I can do.”
    Well, what the hell do you say to that?
     
    He walks me to my door like always, leading me by the small of my back, my skin buzzing at his touch. “I’ll be here at seven forty-five.” He leans down placing a soft kiss that lingers for a moment on my cheek. The buzzing feeling has now spread all over and my breath halts at the unexpectedness of it. “There’s something about you, Samantha,” he whispers. “I haven’t figured it out yet, but I’m content to venture until I do.” My chest pulls at me again. I know exactly what it is and it’s way too damn early to feel it. He pulls back slowly and smiles with his gorgeous gems, “Good night, Samantha.”

Chapter 14
     
     
     
    I glance at the clock while sliding into my nude pumps, holding on to the breakfast bar for balance. He’ll be here any minute. I rush to the kitchen and pour my superpower into my designated work mug. I barely got any sleep. I was so anxious to see him this morning, when my alarm went off, I was already in the shower. With nothing else to do, I pace from the window to the counter struggling to fight the feeling of prom night waiting for my date. He’s about to see a side of me that, honestly, terrifies me. Mornings are not my strong suit.
    He pulls up right on time, and before he can get out to greet me, I’m at his BMW getting in on my own.
    “Good morning,” he says way too cheerful for morning.
    “Morning,” I say dispirited and take a sip of my coffee.
    He begins to laugh, “You’re not a morning person are you?”
    I take another sip of my coffee glaring at him, “Not until the coffee stirs in my veins.”
    He’s trying to contain his laughter by biting on his cheek. I roll my eyes at the pleasure he gets from my miserable mornings. He should be glad I think he’s cute and a good kisser or I would bite his head off and chew on it for a while.
    As we pull into the parking lot and pass by my car, a white envelope sticking out from underneath my wiper catches my attention. “Stop, please,” I tell him.
    He brings the car to a quick stop and I hop out with curiosity banging my door down.
     
    My turn will come and I will make you mine.
     
    Color drains from my face, and my brows pinch together. Noticing my concern, Tanner takes the note from my hand. “Who is this?”
    “I don’t know.” Fear strikes my voice.
    “Samantha, are you seeing someone else?” There’s anger in his voice and it hits my morning nerves all wrong.
    I narrow my eyes at him, “No.” I answer sharply, pissed at his accusation. Wait…is he mad that I could be seeing someone else? This is new. I had no idea that he