Page 4 of Her Werewolf Lover
“What is it, Samantha? Are you okay?” exclaimed Eileen.
The lovable fifty-ish woman hurried into the living room, looking alarmed. She was the property caretaker, but now that Sam would live there permanently, she had hired her to come in a few evenings every week, and even more for the foreseeable future, until she got things organized.
Samantha needed help to clean up and organize the large house. Maccon City was fairly large, and her house was in a fairly secluded section next to a small wooded area that connected to the Pine Barrens.
Yes, she needed Eileen. Especially now. It was amess since she’d just moved in and had her belongings delivered.
“Eileen, this is it.”
“The lawyer. Did he call?” Eileen asked, excitement sparkling in her eyes.
“Yes! I am officially back to being Ms. Jones! The divorce is final,” Sam twirled around the room with her phone and replayed the message for Eileen.
“Good news, indeed, Samantha. No more Mr. Gary! I hope you will be happy now,mija,” the older woman replied with feeling.
Eileen clasped her hands together in front of her. She was a petite woman, shorter than Samantha by at least a foot, but she was incredibly strong, which she demonstrated by hauling the younger woman into a bearish embrace that had Sam giggling despite the alarming cracking sounds in her bones.
“Isn’t it great, Eileen?”
“He won’t be happy, you know. He doesn’t like to give up on things,mija,” she whispered.
The poor woman had worked there for years, but she never liked to be around when Gary was home. Sam didn’t blame her in all honesty.
“Oh, I’m not worried about him anymore, and I won’t let you worry either. You have been wonderful taking care of everything and explaining things tome while I’ve been in the city these past few months. I know you worked for Gary first, but you’ve been indispensable in helping me set up the house and move in. I can’t thank you enough, Eileen,” Sam told her.
She hugged the older woman and squeezed her for just a minute.
“Yes, but he is a snake. Always listening, always plotting. He will try to make this hard on you,” Eileen replied.
She patted Sam’s back and looked at her with wide, dark brown eyes that seemed to glow like warm honey in the dim lighting.
Such a nice color.
“Not this time, Eileen. I won’t let him near me or my life again.”
“Out of all of Mr. Gary’s wives, you were always the best. So smart and kind.Too good for the likes of him.”
“Eileen, thank you so much. Now come on, dance with me!” Sam felt so light and free. She recommenced her little dance, dragging Eileen with her.
“Samantha!”
“I don’t care if he has a hissy fit right in the middle of Madison Square Garden, Eileen! I feel great, so very great. Come on, let’s celebrate!”
She shimmied over to her wireless speaker and turned up the volume. The sweet, sultry sounds coming from the speakers had her shaking her hips around the living room as she opened the small fridge behind the built-in bar and took out a bottle of champagne.
Thegood stuff.
Sam popped the bottle triumphantly and poured two flutes, handing one to Eileen.
“He must’ve forgotten to empty this out. Serves him right. Here’s to,heck, here’s to me,” Sam said.
She lifted the flute to her mouth and frowned when Eileen did not take hers, “What’s wrong?”
“Sweetie, you must be open to finding real happiness. Promise me, yes?”
“Sure. I can be happy. I will be happy alone.”
“No, the right man will come. You’ll see.” Eileen sipped her own champagne and patted Samantha’s hand.