Chapter Twenty-Seven
Samantha tightened her coat as she arrived at the Fickle estate. Maybe she should’ve told Lilith she was going, but she wasn’t sure how to approach the woman after their heated kiss.
She scolded herself. She was a grown woman, a divorcée, and somehow she couldn’t remember how any of this went. Was she supposed to call? Was Lilith supposed to call her? What were the rules? Did she ever know them?
She took a deep breath and tried to put it out of her mind. Whatever was going on between the two of them could wait. Maybe that was cowardly, but she didn’t know what else to do.
She rang the doorbell and impatiently bopped up and down as she waited for Fickle to let her in. She hadn’t considered whether he would be home or not. She should’ve thought about that sooner inst
