Chapter 3: An Unexpected Visitor

Sam was making herself a big breakfast the next morning, enough for at least 4 people. As small as Sam was, she always did eat a lot. That's how she got her nickname, Hummingbird, because hummingbirds eat at least their own weight in food every day. Sam didn't know if that was quite how much she ate, but it suited her. 'I deserve this meal, baby!' she thought to herself.

As she fixed herself a plate of scrambled eggs, hash browns, and bacon, she heard a knock at the door. "Who the hell could that be? I'm out in the middle of nowhere. There isn't another house for a couple hundred miles, at least!" She whispered to herself. She heard more knocks. 'Maybe whoever it is won't think I'm home,' she thought.

"Sam, I know you're here! I see you're car in the driveway! It's not like you decided to leave for a nice relaxing desert stroll."

She recognized the voice instantly… Danny. "Shit! How could he have found me here? Oh, no. Well there goes my new life. Now I'm not the only one who knows where I live! What am I going to do?" A million thoughts ran through Sam's mind at once. She wanted to be alone. Yet still, she was kind of thrilled that of all people, Danny McCoy would be the one to show up at her front door, this door in the middle of the desert. Not exactly a coincidence.

"Samantha Jane, you're here, now open up! I'm not going anywhere until you do!"

"Well then I guess you're going to be waiting there for a while then, Danny, because I'm not going to answer the door. I'm here for a reason."

"Well, would you mind letting me in and explaining what exactly that reason is?"

"Not a chance Mr. McCoy! Just leave!" She was now leaned up against the front door. Having a conversation through it while she was crumbled up on the floor.

"Sam, look, I know you're upset right now, but I want to help you," Danny said in an irresistibly caring tone.

"I don't need help, Danny, I need privacy," she said on the verge of tears.

"Sam, you and I both know that isn't what you need right now."

Sam definitely isn't easily persuaded, but something about Danny gets her every time. She stood up slowly, and hesitantly unlocked the door and opened it. She stood there looking at him. Somewhat embarrassed of her appearance. Danny had never seen her out of her usual work clothes. She thought he must think that she looked like fool.

But Danny felt quite the opposite. He was stunned at the sight of her beautiful body. Not all done up in fancy clothing, but simply in a small pair of rolled up boxers and a white wife beater. Her amazing curls thrown back in a messy ponytail. He liked Sam, a lot. But he especially liked this Sam.

"Okay," she said. "You can come in."

He walked in, taking a good look at the place.

"This is a cute little house. Mmmm… do I smell breakfast?"

"Yeah, but I don't think I made enough for you," she said, trying to hold back the urge to break into tears.

Danny looked at the counter, seeing so much food, that it could be considered a feast. "Doesn't look like it to me Ms. Marquez."

Sam looked at him with a smirk, trying to stand her ground. Acting hostile only to seem tough. "You know I eat a lot Danny."

Danny sarcastically said, "But please, miss… can't you spare a poor boy just a little bit?"

Sam couldn't resist at that. As Danny was getting a plate, she couldn't help but think about how much he always made her laugh. They both sat down at Sam's little dining table, not saying a word. It felt weird, for the both of them, to be having a meal with no one but their secret crush. No, it was definitely more than a crush.

After finishing, they sat down on the cozy couch in Sam's living room. She was nervous to spill her irrational explanations to the man she secretly loved. She was hoping he wouldn't ask just yet. She needed time to re-gather herself first. But he did.

"Okay, Sam. Start explaining."