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Samantha stood on the boardwalk outside of her shop and stared out at the waves crashing onto the beach. The sound soothed her like no other, as did standing as she was with the wind whipping at her hair and face. It was another reminder that she was here, she was standing; she wasn't in the hospital, she hadn't been shot.

It was just one of those freaky Siren Cove things she'd been told about. Nothing more, nothing less.

It wasn't, or hadn't been, another enforcer out to remove her from the equation.

Even huddled in her long down parka, Samantha gave a shudder. Parkas were nice, but they didn't protect from this kind of cold. This cold was deep down inside her in a place she'd thought long healed.

When her teeth started to chatter, she gave up her solitary stance and turned back to the shop, locking the door behind her. Tomorrow, she told herself. She'd open tomorrow.

She just needed another day to recover, to get her wits back about her, and get on with living this new life she wanted so badly.

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"It would take a while, especially because I wouldn't just let you win," Roosevelt said. Not only did Samantha not seem like the sort to appreciate that it wasn't in Roosevelt's nature. He was far too competitive to allow himself to lose without a really good reason.

"We can set up a target with her name on it if you want," he said with a laugh. "Might be cathartic."

"I'd rather put the name of the guy that shot me and robbed me of six months of my life," Samantha said, all seriousness. "I've moved past most of the crap with my aunt, but I like the idea of giving the slimy shit some of his own, that's for damn sure."

"I'm not entirely sure if that's healthy but since I'm not a shrink then I think we can definitely do that," he said, admiring her spirit. Roosevelt had been shot, he knew how strong the urge was to shoot the other person back, especially to make sure they couldn't do it again.

"You may have a point, but I'm not going to lose a lot of sleep over it. Probably stems from not being there during his trial. Maybe I'll change my mind when it comes down to it?" Samantha raised one shoulder, then lowered it. "But I do like the idea of learning to shoot. A lot."

"As soon as you feel up for it we'll go to the range," Roosevelt said with a nod, admiring her spirit. She may not be into a lot of the things that he was but she had a fire in her that he found incredibly attractive, which was a bit inconvenient considering her current illness. There was enough time to explore that later though.