Chapter 45
Chapter Forty-Five
Samantha
“I can’t believe Wes bought the building and forced them to sell you that dress,” Greta said as we stepped into Kleinfeld’s. “That, my friend, is some fucking soul love.”
I laughed. “I know. I can’t even be mad at him. Especially after what he said to Zoey.”
“Were you spying on their conversation?”
“Maybe.” I smiled. “How did I get so lucky, Greta?”
“You can thank your daughter for that one.”
“Oh, hello, Miss Hollis.” The blonde consultant smiled. “I have your dress in the fitting room for you to put on.”
“Thank you.”
After we left the shop, I hugged Greta goodbye. “Thanks for coming with me.”
“You know there’s no place I’d rather be. I’ll call you later.”
Ben climbed out of the Escalade, folded the stroller, and put it in the back, while I strapped Charlotte into her car seat.
“Can you take me to the office, Ben?”
“Of course, Sam.”
Once we reached Castile Properties, I put Charlotte inside the stroller and took the elevator up.
“Hi, Rose. Is he in there?”
“Hi, Sam.” She grinned. “Oh my gosh. She’s growing so fast. Yes, he’s in there.”
I slowly opened the door, and Wes looked up from his computer.
“What a nice surprise.” He grinned, getting up from his seat. He walked over, kissed me, and took Charlotte from her stroller. “What brings you by?”
“I want Scott’s number.”
“I was waiting for you to ask for that.”
I pulled out my phone. “Number?”
He walked over to his desk, grabbed his phone with one hand, and rattled off the number. I dialed it, and Scott answered on the first ring.
“Hello.”
Hearing his voice made my stomach churn.
“Scott, it’s Samantha.”
“Sam, I wondered if I was ever going to hear from you.”
“Surprise. Now you can stop wondering. We need to talk.”
“I would like to see my daughter.”
“You lost that right the day you left and never looked back. Here’s my address. Be at my house at seven o’clock.”
“Will Zoey be there?”
“Zoey is spending the night at her friend’s house.”
“Okay. I’ll see you at seven.”
I ended the call and fell into the chair.
“You’ll be home, right?” I asked Wes.
“Of course, I will be. I wouldn’t let you meet with him alone.”
“Why?” I furrowed my brows.
“Because I’m afraid of what you might do to him,” he smirked.
“Would you really care?” I arched my brow.
“Well, no. But I would care if you ended up in prison.”
“I wouldn’t go to prison. We’d hide the body where nobody would ever find it. He’d disappear into thin air.” I smiled. “Poof. Scott Louis wiped from existence.”
His brows furrowed at me. “You’re kind of scaring me.”
“You should hear the ideas Zoey came up with.”
“What ideas?”
“Apparently, feeding him to alligators is too Florida, and buying him in the desert is overused and overdone.”
“I don’t know whether to be impressed or concerned.” He looked down at Charlotte.
“Concerned. Definitely concerned.”
“And that right there is the reason why I will not let you meet with him alone.” He pointed at me.
I crossed my arms and cocked my head.
“Relax. We’re kidding. Mostly.”
“Promise me one thing,” he said.
“What?”
“If he says something that upsets you, let me handle it.”
“And what does exactly ‘handle it’ mean?”
“It means I’ll remind him what he threw away seventeen years ago.”
“That is so sweet.” I walked over and kissed his lips.
“And if that doesn’t work. Finn knows people.” He grinned.
“You’ve been spending way too much time with Zoey.” I laughed.
“Probably.” He bobbed his head back and forth. He looked down at Charlotte, who was staring up at him. “Tell your mother we are not disposing of Scott Louis.”
I rolled my eyes. “Come on, my love.” I took Charlotte from him. “Let’s go home and plot a way to get rid of Mr. Big Bad Scott.” I lay her in her stroller.
“That’s not funny, Sam,” he shouted as we left his office.