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Sam sat back, then stared at his cell phone.
That left Boston and the ache in his chest where his heart should have been.
When Four Rivers was safe—when Michael was safe—he needed to leave. Keep moving. Unless the Boston gig was a complete waste of time—and if Fabian wanted him to come, then it wasn’t—he’d say yes and return to being Randell Anderson.
Michael—well, the man deserved someone not mired in the muck and stench ofbusiness.
Sam grabbed the financial records he’d borrowed. Those files needed to be returned and the rest of the papers needed to be cleaned up; then he could start thinking about exit strategies.
He glanced at the calendar. A week left until Forum. Another city—another hotel. One last time for Sam to be himself—if Michael agreed to go.
Sam exhaled. Getting Michael to attend Forum? Easy. Sundra wanted to meet him—the man who’d been there from the beginning. Michael would jump at the chance. Enticing Michael into one last fling? Sam shivered. Easy as well. All those buttons to push.
It was thecodethat needed to work, or they were all finished.
