“Hell yeah. Have you looked at this face in the mirror lately? Girl, you fine. I ain’t letting you go.”

“I am pretty dope.”

He stepped close and cupped her cheeks in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Why did she have to go back?

“When can I see you again?” he asked.

“I’m not sure. I’ll text you?” She headed over to the bed and closed her bag before checking her purse once more. She had everything. It was time to head back to LA.

“Can’t wait. I’ll be back in town on Tuesday. So just let me know. I have more meetings.”

“I know I have no right to give you career advice right now, but you should talk to your people about Black Death. You’d be perfect for it. They should be begging you to meet with them for it. And those checks? Shiiiiiit.”

Sam laughed as he scooped his hat off the couch. “You’re right. I’ll think about it.”

“Okay.” They met back at the door and Amanda couldn’t help but feel like she was leaving a part of herself behind. Boy, she really liked Sam Pleasant. How was she going to survive all week without his sweet breath of fresh air? She leaned up and kissed him twice more.

“I’ll text you.”

“Not if I text you first.”

“Oh, don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“Go on. Git. I’ll wait a few minutes, then circle around to the side exit.”

“Oh, this is so scandalous. It’s making me so hot, Tex. You don’t even know.” She kissed him just one more time, then headed out the door. A squeal slipped out of her as he slapped her on the ass as the door closed between them. She thanked the young lady at the front desk as she sent one of the young valets to get her car. As she drove away from the ranch, she tried not to think about how in the world things between her and Sam were supposed to work. She wasn’t in a position to quit and even if she was that wouldn’t turn her into a Hollywood socialite overnight. They came from two different worlds. He was right, there was nothing to be embarrassed about, but facts was facts. Their lives simply weren’t the same.