I drove into Samantha’s compound, all the men I had sent were still in their positions as they greeted them and I nodded. I took out a spare key and opened the entrance door to her house as I hoped she was asleep and if she wasn't… Well, dating a Latina for two years taught me you don't sneak into their houses.
I heard the whoosh of the baseball bat over my head as I ducked. I glared up at her, standing in a baggy t-shirt and shorts, her hair in a messy bun as she took her war stance. I almost burst out laughing at how ridiculously cute she looked.
“Who? Asher? What the heck do you think you are doing?” Sam yelled in a whisper when she noticed me. I snatched the baseball bat from her as I walked in. I dropped the bat on the sofa.
“So much for hoping you were asleep.”
“Asleep? You shove
