After
walking out of his family’s life, he’d avoided relationships of any kind. He’d
loosened up a bit, working on the ranch. Martin had become a role model to him,
but Noah didn’t want to care about anyone else. Not even Samantha. Now he knew
her story and wanted to be in her life. It was terrible to be totally alone and
Samantha didn’t deserve to be.
“Damn
it!” He threw a bale of hay onto the barn floor. “Why did she have to come
here?”
Frances,
Samantha’s mother, had shown up in the barn a few days before to give him a
subtle warning to stay away from her daughter. He didn’t pay any mind to the
idea of Samantha being around the farm and hadn’t even asked any questions
about her. He’d shrugged and turned back to his work. He was surprised she
hadn’t been more like queen bee Frances, ready to sting anyone
within arm’s length. Even though
he’d heard stories about her childhood from Martin, he’d never once fathomed
the idea that Samantha Johns would indeed be beautiful with those freckled
cheeks and dimples. And the added bonus? She was equally sweet.
Samantha’s
presence could become a complication in his well maintained life. He didn’t need
any extra hurdles. Lord knew he’d had enough of those along the way. Getting
involved with someone was complicated enough, but with the boss’s daughter?
Probably not a good idea. The fact that Frances hated the very air he breathed
made the situation worse.
“I
never take the easy road,” he grumbled as he wiped the sweat trickling down his
cheek.
What
was Samantha doing now? His eyes switched over to the door. It would be nice if
she’d come down to the barn.
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