And yeah, even though Amanda had stuck around, handling the whole situation at Claim Jumpers like a champ, he didn’t miss the shock and hesitation in her eyes. She was so close to hightailing it back to the city. Things were fresh, but so easy between them. He didn’t want to lose her. Not again. All he could do was be cautious and show her that she was his focus now. He stepped into the lobby and greeted the young lady at the front desk with a nod and tip of his hat. He thought about taking a seat in one of the available chairs in front of the central fireplace, but decided against it. Privacy was a firm policy at Big Rock, but at the moment he wasn’t in the mood to even risk being recognized. He headed down the hallway toward Amanda’s room.

He pulled out his phone as he waited outside her door and thought about braving a look at his social media. He wasn’t in the mood for whatever comments were waiting for him on Instagram, but Twitter usually delivered the appropriate levels of humor at a time like this. Sure enough the first thing was that photo that was turned into a meme of Jason Derulo falling backward down the Met Gala stairs almost ten years ago. JASON DERULO FALLS DOWN THE STAIRS ON HIS WAY TO VOTE IN THE DEMOCRATIC PRIMARY. Sam laughed quietly to himself as he ignored the thousands of tweets hanging out in his mentions and kept scrolling. A few minutes later a text from Amanda popped up on his screen.

Okay I’m ready.

I’m right outside your door.

He rolled his shoulder along the wall reaching over to knock lightly on the door. It cracked open a moment later. Amanda’s smiling face was visible through the small opening. He couldn’t help but smile back.

“Hi,” she said with a hint of playful seduction in her voice.

“Hi.”

“You wanna come in?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

“’Kay.” She opened the door all the way revealing the beautiful fact that she was wearing nothing but a white ranch towel that left almost nothing to the imagination. Her cleavage spilled out over the edge of the white fabric that she was holding together with a death grip in her other hand. Her luscious thighs were on full display, the terry cloth just barely covering the juncture between her legs.

“Jesus Christ.”

“Please come in.”

He stepped inside, taking off his Stetson as most of the blood in his body rushed to his dick. “You could have warned me.”

“What do you mean? I thought we decided. We is fucking tonight.”

“Oh, we did. I just didn’t expect you to already be all butt-booty naked.”