Chapter Thirty Five
Rhett
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The restaurant wasn't busy, but the tables fell silent nonetheless. A waiter charged past me, and then retreated, as Samantha stumbled to her feet. There were so many emotions on her face that I couldn't read. I prayed I hadn't blown it. God how I prayed. My heart hurt. My head throbbed. I'd missed this woman more than I'd realized.
I took a step forward and one of my legs gave way. Grabbing the wall for support, I looked at her, sheepish, at her mercy. My cowboy hat slipped from my fingers as I stood tall again.
'Rh-Rhett...'
'Sammy. Oh god Sam....'
She moved from behind the table, and I drank her in. Sammy in her scarlet red dress, hair down and curly. That dress clinging to her curves, everywhere my eyes and hands and lips had been dreaming
