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Sam Merrick. She’d email the jerk and attach pictures from the day Sabrina was born and up until two days ago, when she took a picture of Sabrina in a red, white, and blue outfit. Her daughter—their daughter—was adorable. She wanted Sam to see her. Under each picture she typed comments about it. Like on the day Sabrina was born, she commented: I named her Sabrina Sam after your sorry ass.
    When Sabrina hit her one-month mark, she’d taken a picture of the two of them at the library. Underneath she typed: Baby loves books . Sam is an idiot. At two months, she’d taken Sabrina to the beach. Her mom took the picture of the two of them and a starfish she was holding out for Sabrina to see. Her comment after she attached it was: Sabrina’s my little starfish . You’re a jerk. The next was Halloween, and Simone dressed Sabrina in a peapod costume. She looked like one of those Anne Geddes pictures. Under that picture she typed: She’s a sweet pea. You’re an ass . At Thanksgiving Sabrina wore a turkey on her shirt. Simone’s mom was holding her and her sisters stood on either side. She typed: My family and you’re missing out. Jerk! At Christmas, she’d put her in a Santa outfit and then on her first birthday she’d put Sabrina in a shirt that had the number one on it. Finally Simone attached the latest pic and commented: Enjoy your summer. I’ve never lied to you. I don’t know how, but Sabrina is yours. If you can’t see that, then you’re the biggest ass on the planet, you stupid gorgeous man.
    She didn’t even think about it when she finished. She just hit Send, closed her laptop, and went to the couch where she promptly fell asleep, feeling much better.

 
     
    Walked Away
    Six
     
     
    The next morning Simone woke with a splitting headache. People were whispering, but they could have been banging pots and pans the way it affected her head. She sat up and moaned. The talking stopped.
    “She’s awake now. You might as well come in.”
    Simone forced her eyes open and was shocked to see her mom standing next to Sam. He had on jeans and a white tee. The way she remembered him, rumpled and hotter than hell. For the briefest second she thought about running into his arms.
    But last night—the way he’d treated her, the things he said—came flooding back, and she was angry. “What are you doing here? You made your intentions and feelings for me quite clear. Get out.”
    He didn’t leave. He grimaced, obviously upset about last night. “Sim?” He moved away from the door and knelt in front of her. “I’m so sorry. Truly, deeply sorry.”
    Simone was still a little groggy from the alcohol and lack of sleep, but she noticed he looked haggard. Dark circles shadowed his eyes and his hair had that mussed, out of sorts look. He was disgustingly, deliciously worn out.
    My Sam, she thought.
    His hair hung in his eyes and she reached out to push it away, then thought better of it. “You’re sorry? Great. Good to know. That doesn’t change the fact that you think I’m a liar. That you walked away from me. Again.”
    Sam squeezed her hands. “I know. I was a jerk and an idiot. The truth is, if you hadn’t sent those pictures, I probably wouldn’t be here.” He closed his eyes. “Sabrina does look just like me.”
    That caught her attention. “How do you know her name? I never told your sorry jerky-jerk face her name.”
    He gave her a strange look. “Wasn’t it you who emailed me pictures last night? The comments underneath were… thought provoking.”
    Simone looked to her mom for help. She shrugged.
    Almost right on cue, Sabrina began to cry. Simone tried to move around Sam. She needed to see to her child. But Sam held her fast.
    “Wait. I want to talk,” he said.
    “You two talk. I’ll get Sabrina up.” Her mom dashed from the room as though grateful she had an excuse to leave Simone alone with Sam.
    “Look, I don’t remember sending you any photos, but nothing’s changed. I told you about