Diamonds or Dirt?

Chapter 9: Babysitting

Rylee's POV:

I open my eyes to the sun coming through the huge window. It takes me a second to realize that I'm in Toby's home in England. I close my eyes and shift my legs causing me to moan in pain. I look down at my leg and my ankle is twice its normal size. I'm glad Sam wrapped it last night.

Sam. As soon as the name crosses my mind a blush creeps to me cheeks. I think about the light brush of his lips against mine. I think about how even that made my insides ache for more. I can't believe I fell asleep right after that. The dreams I had about that man. They would make anyone blush.

I look around for a clock and when I find one I see that is't a quarter till 9. I wonder where Toby is. I think he came home last night, but he didn't tell me if he was going to be gone again. My thoughts are interrupted when I hear a knock on the door.

"Come in!" I yell hoping whoever it is will hear me.

"Miss Rylee, where are you?" I hear Sam's voice call back.

"I'm still in here on the couch." I announce to him and he comes around the corner, "Where is Toby?" I ask him.

"I was going to ask you the same question. He said he wasn't leaving till 9 but I guess he was in a hurry. How long have you been awake?" He asks.

"Only a few minutes. I was wondering where everyone was when I woke up and then I heard you at the door." I tell him.

"I hope I didn't wake you with my knocking." Sam says walking towards me and sitting on the floor beside me making me think of a little kid.

"No. Don't worry about it I was awake... Did you say Toby was supposed to leave at 9 how come I don't remember seeing or hearing him at all last night?" I ask Sam.

"You were out when he got home, but don't worry I explained everything to him, well I left out a few little details."He tells me winking at me.

I blush and look at the ceiling, "You know I could play it off as if I was just really drugged up and don't remember a thing, but what good would that do me, or you for that matter."

"It wouldn't help a thing." He says smiling at me.

God why does he have to be so cute? I mean his little dimple he gets on his cheek when he smiles. His laugh makes you want to laugh too. You can't help but be drawn towards him.

I sit there in my thoughts for a second when I realize Sam is still here and he hasn't moved. I look at him curiously and he gives me a small smile in return.

"Toby asked me to watch you today. He said he cares about you so much he doesn't want to see you hurt again." Sam tells me.

Awh how could I think about anyone other than Toby. He has to be the sweetest man on earth. He has had plenty of chances to take advantage of me and he hasn't. He was sweet enough to fly me out here with him, and now he has someone to watch me while I'm hurt. He is just too much. How can I even think about Sam when I'm here with Toby?

I think about this for a minute before my mind drifts off again. I find myself comparing the feelings I get when I touch Sam and when I touch Toby. With Toby the sparks make me tingle and they make me feel special, and when I touch Sam its like my body loses control. Its like I'm free to take control of everything. Both feelings are amazing and different in their own ways, but which one is going to be best for me in the long run.

When I get finished with my ponderings I look over for Sam expecting to find him where he was a few minutes ago and when he isn't there I get slightly worried until I hear clanging coming from the kitchen.

"Sam!" I yell towards the kitchen.

I hear footsteps and then Sam appears around the corner with an apron around his waist and I have to repress a laugh. "Yes?" He asks.