I glanced up at the man. He had his eyes trained on me.
"It's nice," I said, looking for a neutral word. Something that wouldn’t give too much away.
"Is he still the same great guy he was back then?"
"I assume so, yes."
"Hmm... Put him back on the phone," she ordered.
"What?"
"I need to talk to him."
"You need to talk to Sam?"
Sam grinned like a Cheshire cat.
"Yes, darling. That's what I just said."
"Why?"
"That's between me and him."
I couldn't believe this. He strode right to me, taking my phone. After listening, then responding a couple times—"Yeah, sure. Of course, ma'am. It will be my pleasure."—he ended the call.
What the heck is going on?I looked at him suspiciously. "What did Mom want with you?"
"I can't say." He paused, then said, “Oh, she gives you her love and says she’ll call again later this week.”
"Oh come on, Sam. Don't play that game with me."
He shrugged, leaning against the kitchen island. "It's not a game. She made me promise. You know I like to keep my word."
Chapter Thirteen
Avery