Samantha Heed has done nothing but work as hard as she could in life. Becoming a veterinarian and owning her own clinic by the age of twenty-six, Samantha doesn't normally give the time of day to men. Having trust issues most her life with the oppos...
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Slowly my body stops trembling. I feel so safe with Shane and he has been gentle this entire time with me. There is not enough thank yous in the world. Even though Shane didn't know it was me he is still out to help and it breaks through my barrier even more.
"Would you like to stay here with Tanker and me? You can sleep on the bed and I can get some sleep up here in the seat." Shane's voice is still gentle.
I hate the thought of putting him out. It hits me that he still has to work and here I have kept him awake for the second night in a row, shame and guilt start hitting me like this semi just ran me over.
"I am so sorry! This is the second night in a row I have kept you awake late." I look to him.
"Nonsense, it doesn't bother me in the least. You just seem like your getting tired with how your eyes are fluttering some back and forth." He moves to touch my hand.
I don't jerk away from his touch, like I thought I would have what just happened. Like I said through before and this proves it I feel safe with him.
"I didn't realize that." I whisper, and it is true but Shane is a good reading of people it seems like.
"The bed is right back here." Shane moves the curtain again and I can see it.
Guilt hits me and I know that I can't take his bed from him. I shake my head.
"What's wrong?" He whispers.
"I can't take your bed from you and honestly I don't know if I can sleep. If I do then I would wake you up probably."
"You're scared of seeing his face." Shane nods slowly, like he understands me in this moment with the worry of nightmares.
"How about I call a cab? Tanker and I can ride with you to the hotel." Shane gently asks.
"Will you just stay with me instead of riding with me there?" I ask weakly.
Shane nods. "I can if you're sure."
"I am sure." I try to smile.
I see Shane pulls his phone and an after a few minutes he gets in the back. Before stepping up front again with a small bag.
The taxi arrives ratherly quick and Shane helps me out of the truck, it seems like my legs still don't want to work right. Tanker has his vest on and Shane locks his truck up before getting in the car with Tanker and me.
I give the driver the hotel name and we get there in just a few minutes time with barely any traffic.
Together we get out of the taxi and Shane holds my hand with my body as close to him as I can get. I put the room key in and the door opens. With us inside, Shane closes the door and locks it up.
"You can lay your things where ever you want too." I whisper and sit on the bed, kicking my shoes off.
Shane joins me a moment later and I reach for his hand.
