the bar, I’d have given William a hard time about his dopey grin. “Anyway, he’s working tonight and
I’m not because we’re trying to sort some shit out. That doesn’t mean I can’t head down there with
you so we can leave one of our cars at the bar.”
“Is the employee lot secure?” I asked because, as long as I wouldn’t have to worry about it being
broken into or stolen, Sam’s car was likely going to be right next to Corey’s for the night.
“Never had a problem yet. Some of our regulars park back there if there’s a spot and they’re
planning on drinking or going home with someone.”
“Then, not to sound like a dick or anything, but eat up. We’ve got boys to remind who’s in
charge,” I told him. He took the hint, and it was a matter of minutes before our dishes were in the
dishwasher and I was locking the door behind him.
Sam smiled when he noticed me walking through the bar, but his happiness faded when he saw
William behind me. He approached cautiously, as if he knew he was in trouble. “I didn’t expect to see
you here tonight.”
“Funny, I didn’t plan on coming down until a little birdie told me about your sleeping
arrangements.” Yeah, I was bitter about that. William wasn’t wrong to call me out for not knowing
Sam’s whereabouts on the nights we weren’t together, but I honestly thought he was going home. So he
wouldn’t think I was angry with him to the point of pulling away, I wrapped my arms around Sam’s
waist, not giving a damn who saw us. As far as I was concerned, everyone in the joint might as well
know they could look but I’d break fingers if they touched. I was possessive when I was in a
relationship and I wasn’t going to apologize for that. After kissing Sammy’s hair, I said, “We’re going
to talk about this when we get home. Until then, I’m going to enjoy a night out with a friend.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around my waist. “Are you mad at me?”
“I’m upset, not going to lie.” I held him tighter, leading him to a quiet corner. “I wish you would
have told me.”
“I thought you wanted time to yourself.”
“Baby, it was never about that,” I clarified. “I wanted to make sure you knew you were free to
live your own life. But I wish you would have told me how rough things are at home. If it comes
down to you sleeping on a couch or in bed next to me, I want you next to me.”
“I want that, too,” he admitted.
“Good. Then get your ass back to work and come find me when you go on break.” I didn’t let go
