Sam had run upstairs to use the bathroom while Jace and Darian headed outside. She was just washing her hands when she heard a vehicle pull up outside. Assuming it was Tim, she didn’t hurry. Sam rubbed some moisturizer with sunscreen on her face and neck and slicked some lip balm on. That would help protect her against the unforgiving Texas sun. She was almost to the back door when she realized the voice she was hearing didn’t belong to Tim. “Son of a bitch,” she muttered. George was back. Darian and Jace had both faced off against George. The white T-shirts they wore—which had belonged to her father—were pulled tight across the shoulders and around the biceps. The material looked as though it would rip at any moment. Her father hadn’t been a small man, but the Hunter brothers were much wider through the shoulders and arms. “What’s going on?” Sam stepped out onto the back porch and glared at her former lover. Honestly, the more time she spent in his company the more she wondered what she’d ever seen in him.
