Her tears swelled, but she blinked them back. She wouldn’t give either one of them the satisfaction of seeing just how much damage they had done to her.

God, she was such a stupid fool. How could she have thought Adrian was any different than her own father?

Tiffany pulled away, and handed him a card key. “It’s room 316,” she said seductively. “I’ll see you in twenty minutes.”

Sam went numb as even more pain washed over her. How could he?

He’s a man! Look at Tiffany.

How on earth could you ever compete with that?

Heartsick and aching, Sam rushed back to her table. She gathered her purse and coat.

“You okay?” Randir asked.

“No,” she said, swallowing her tears. “I need to go home. I’ll see you guys Monday.”

*   *   *

Adrian waited and waited for Sam. Where was she? Had she gone back in when he wasn’t looking?

He went to check, and as soon as he saw her coat was missing, a feeling of dread washed over him. “Where’s Sam?”

Randir shrugged. “She went home.”

“What?”

“She said she didn’t feel well.”

Adrian pulled his phone out of its cradle and dialed her cell phone.

No answer.

Cursing, he ran after her.

A heavy snowfall had started as he reached his Bronco, got in, and went to find her.

*   *   *

Sam wept the whole way to Spring Hill. She didn’t really notice the icy roads until she had to turn onto Nashville Highway to reach her house. Her car started skidding.

Terrified, she held her breath until she landed safely in a ditch.

Her heart pounding, she was glad she hadn’t been physically hurt. She picked up her cell phone to call her brothers, then saw the battery was dead.

“Damn it!” she snarled as she slammed her fist against the steering wheel. “What next?”

Angry and hurt, she wiped her eyes, then shoved open her door and started the five-mile walk to her rented house.

*   *   *

Adrian’s heart raced as he realized how hazardous the roads were becoming. Sam’s little Honda was about as safe in weather like this as his Corvette.

Why had she left? It didn’t make any sense to him.

He turned onto Nashville Highway and saw her car in the ditch. Terrified at the sight, Adrian pulled to the side of the road and got out. Running up to her car, he saw it was empty.

She was out walking in 26 degrees?

He shook his head as he remembered her thin shoes and dress. She would freeze to death. Damn her independence. Couldn’t she ever let anyone do anything for her?

He ran back to his Bronco. Getting in, he tried to start it.

“No!” he snarled as the starter clicked without firing the engine. He tried again, but still the car refused to start.