Rebecca turned toward the sound. Barefoot and disheveled, she looked like the very picture of poignant beauty, a damsel in distress. The fact that she didn't realize how alluring she looked only fueled Daniel's anger even further, or maybe it was just because Sam was with her. "I mean, I don't mind if you really want to pay for my shoes," Rebecca said, not understanding the source of his anger. She brushed her hair behind her ears, looking bemused. "You could go to the mall and get me a pair right now. I really don't care as long as they're new."Sam, on the other hand, could see where the animosity came from. He glanced at Rebecca, then took off his jacket and wrapped it around her. "In that case, Mr. Winston, get going. You wouldn't want Rebecca to be barefoot when we leave, would you?" He gave Daniel a look. When their eyes met, sparks flew. "With you? She's my wife. She's not going anywhere with you," Daniel snorted coldly.Everyone around them had their ears perked, but none
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