Irreparable (Wounded Souls) by Amanda Lanclos Read Free Book Online Page A

go on a date with me?  Damn, today must be my lucky day!
    I go home and spend the day washing the Mustang, cleaning the inside and waxing it. I look up when I hear tires on the driveway. I scowl when I see it’s Mary-Beth. I thought today was my lucky day.
    “Hey, Jameson,” she says and slides out of her Honda Accord. She’s in a pair of cut off shorts and a tank top. At one point I thought her body was amazing, now it doesn’t do anything for me.
    “Hey, Mary-Beth,” I say and keep waxing the car. Maybe if I ignore her she’ll go away.
    “Can we talk?” Nope, not going away. I sit the stuff down and look at her.
    “What do you want to say Mary-Beth? I’m surprised you didn’t write a letter,” I say and she looks down at the ground.
    “You’re right. I deserve that,” she says. “But, I miss you. I just, I just didn’t know how to deal with the stress Jameson.  It was hard watching you hurt like that.”  She finally meets my eyes and hers have tears threatening to fall. 
    “Hard to watch? Are you shitting me right now? Try going through it Mary-Beth, and then having the one person that saved you, the one person that made you want to fight to stay alive, leave you. In a fucking letter!” I say and pick my stuff up and start to walk into the house.  I stop when I feel her hand on me, and for once in my life her touch does nothing, absolutely nothing for me.
    “I’m done talking Mary-Beth. I don’t want you anymore,” I say and shrug my arm out of her grasp and walk into the house and slam the door in her face. I hear her slide down the door and then after about five minutes, she gets up and leaves.  She gave up on me months ago. There is no us anymore. I don’t want someone who runs when the going gets tough. I want the person who stays and fights with me.  Now I just have to sweep her off of her feet tonight, because Samantha is that person. I can feel it in my bones.
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    I pull up at Sam’s apartment at exactly 5:59. I am not going to screw this date up.  I get out of my Mustang and walk to her door wearing a black button down shirt and a pair of jeans. These may be a pair that Mary-Beth had bought because she said it made my ass look good, but want Sam staring at my ass all night. I know I’m a guy but damn.  I want her eyes on me and on me only.  I knock on her door and when she opens the door I think my heart stops beating.  Holy shit! Am I having a heart attack?
    “You look beautiful Sam,” I say and she smiles. Her hair is in curls and you can see the purple peeking through. Don’t girls call those peek-a-boos or some shit like that? Her shirt is black but loose fitting on the top and hangs off her shoulder so that you can see the sleeve of tattoos she has on her right arm. Damn it, those red skinny jeans are going to make my balls blue before the night is over. I will never understand how girls get into those things, but man, am I glad she did. That ass looks amazing.
    “Thanks Jameson, you ready?” she asks and turns to lock the door. I laugh when she says “Take a picture. It will last longer. I promise.”
    “Shit, sorry Sam. I just can’t help it. You look amazing.” She turns and smirks. Well hell, my Sam seems to be back tonight.
    We go to dinner and to the movies and then we head back to Sam’s house. I have had such a great time with Sam tonight. It’s like we’re back to being twelve year old Jameson and eleven year old Samantha, like we never missed all these years.  There is something that has changed between us though, and the chemistry flying between us is unbelievable.  You could probably zap a fly with the electricity flying around the two of us right now. 
    It’s been five months since Mary-Beth and I broke things off. It’s been five months since I’ve been with a woman, and even though I want Sam, I don’t want to push her.  I know she has her own things to work through, but damn if I don’t want her. 
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