Chapter 14
"Hi Jake," Wyatt greeted the younger man when he came to pick up Sam. "How are you doing at college?"
"Fine, sir," Jake answered.
"Are you and Sam going somewhere?" Wyatt asked.
"I'm taking her out to dinner if that's okay," Jake rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn't sure if Sam's family knew they had recently gotten together or not.
"Really," Wyatt looked at Jake as if he was seeing him for the first time.
Jake was sure he saw the amusement in Wyatt's eyes. He was also sure he saw Wyatt's lips twitch ever so slightly.
"You two enjoy yourselves," Wyatt managed. "Samantha, Jake's here." He went into the living room.
Jake heard Sam's feet coming down the stairs and smiled at her when she appeared in front of him. My goodness, that sweater hugged her curves perfectly. His mouth ran dry upon seeing her. He noticed the turtle necklace nestled at the hollow of her neck.
"Hi," Sam glanced over her shoulder before moving in to give him a kiss.
"Hi," Jake's lips felt so soft under hers.
"I missed you," Sam murmured, giving him another quick kiss before stepping back.
"You just saw me an hour and a half ago," Jake reminded her.
"Yeah, so?"
Jake chuckled.
"You look nice," Jake told her.
"Thanks," Sam blushed. "This is the sweater Quinn was talking about."
"I like it," Jake merely said. Sam blushed again and Jake grinned. "Ready?"
"Yeah," Sam nodded. He helped her put on her jacket.
"I'm leaving," Sam shouted back towards the main part of the house.
"Have fun," they heard Brynna call.
"Be home by eleven," Dad said.
Sam looked at Jake.
"It won't be a problem," Jake told her, holding the door open for her.
Sam nodded and went outside, Jake shutting the door behind them. He took her hand and together they walked towards his truck.
"I like your truck," Sam told him again.
"It's a nice truck," Jake agreed, opening the door for her before going around to the driver's side. "Even though I wish it had a bench seat so you could sit next to me," he finished as he slid behind the wheel.
Sam smiled softly at him. "That would be nice. That's one thing about Dad's truck."
"They don't make them like that anymore," Jake said, starting his truck.
"Even the SUVs don't have benched seats," Sam said.
"Guess maybe the people designing them don't understand some of us want our girls to sit next to us while we drive," Jake gave her a smile before backing up and pulling out.
Sam smiled back at him, feeling suddenly shy with him. This was their first real date and she was nervous. Jake could feel it and glanced at her several times as he drove.
"Tell me," he said.
"It's nothing," Sam shook her head, looking out at the scenery.
"Something is bothering you," Jake insisted.
Sam sighed but didn't say anything for a few minutes. It wasn't until they passed through Alkali that she spoke again.
"This is our first date," Sam almost whispered.
"I guess," Jake shrugged. "We've been going places our whole lives, Brat."
"Not like this though," Sam turned to look at him.
"No," Jake conceded. "It's still us, no matter that I like kissing you now."
Sam snorted as she smiled. Jake glanced over at her and saw her smile.
"I missed you," Sam told him again.
"I missed you too," Jake responded. "I hate being five hours from you."
Sam felt the tears prick her eyes at his sweetness.