SAMANTHA’S POV

I'd barely pulled over at the restaurant garage when my phone rang. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the caller's ID– a private emergency number.

I sucked in a breath and stared at the screen for a little over ten seconds. Different thoughts raced through my mind, did something go wrong at the charity? Was anyone hurt? Or was it a mistake?

I shoved aside the thought and clicked on the green button. I exhaled sharply and brought the phone to my ears. "Hello…" my voice seeped with agitation.

A husky, masculine voice spoke, "Good day ma'am. I suppose this is Samantha Hall,"

Even though I'd have preferred he referred to me as Storm, now wasn't the right time to do that and, for the most part I wondered how he got to know my name, "Yes, good day this is Samantha Hall. How may I help you?"

He sighed, "I have a bad news for you,"

Thump. Thump. Thump.

My heartbeat spiraled out of control. Bad news? This was the least thing I needed to the much I had on my plate. "Okay go ahead," I said in a