I blushed as a few memories popped up in my mind.
“Is that a blush I'm seeing?” Alana asked.
I looked up from the phone. There was no hiding from her. It felt like no time had passed between us. Suddenly I wondered if it would feel the same way when I saw Sam—like I was still that eighteen-year-old who was sure he was the love of my life.
“Yep. I can’t believe it.”
"I'm sorry. I do have to tease you a bit more about it. I just can't help it.”
That made me laugh. “That's fine. I think I've taken life too seriously lately.”
Grabbing our glasses, we moved out onto her balcony. It was small, but it overlooked an inner courtyard that was surprisingly quiet. We sat down on the rattan chairs, clinking glasses again.
“Let's play a little game. How do you think things will play out when you see him?”
I bit my lip, thinking hard. “Well, he is clearly not the same guy I knew. He’s even hotter.”
“Do you think he'll flirt?”
He wouldn't do that, would he? Suddenly, I wasn't sure if this was a good idea. I didn't want to camp on Alana's couch for too long, but could I really live with Sam?
“I don't know. I think he might.”
Alana grinned. “He still keeps you on your toes, huh?”
“Looks like it.”
Chapter Three
Sam
“Dr. Maxwell, is thereanything else you need?" Nurse Christine asked me.
"No, thanks. I'm going to head out."
She nodded, and I left the exam room. First, I was going to stop by the doctors’ lounge and grab a sandwich before leaving to see the apartment.