“I know that,” I answer.
“So, what are you doing? Has he been here? Is he following you? What if he’s breaking in here?”
“He isn’t,” I say firmly.
“How do you know that?”
“Sam, you just have to trust me, okay?”
He stares at me, blinking. “Sailor—”
“I promise I’m safe. Just trust me,” I plead.
He doesn’t look like he believes me, but he doesn’t say anything else. I can’t explain all of this to him. He’ll never understand…
“How—” I begin, but stop and lick my lips. “How did you get his name?”
“The information on the cards leads back to him. He didn’t hide his tracks very well,” he says with a roll of his eyes.
That’s surprising… Jaxon doesn’t seem like the type who would make such a stupid mistake.
“How are you feeling?” Amelia asks.
“Yes, please tell me you’re okay,” I add.
“Yeah, I am. I started to feel better a couple weeks after you left, and I’ve been wanting to call and apologize but I didn’t know what to say or how to say it… but now that I know what happened, I had to come here.”
“I appreciate it, Sam. Seriously.”
“I’m sorry about everything that happened—especially the way I was acting. I was not in my right mind. Taking sleeping pills with my normal meds… God, it’s so bad.”
I take his hand. “It’s okay. I understand.”
The room falls silent again. This time it’s Amelia that breaks it.
“If you want to stick around, you can eat with us?” she offers.
“Yeah, that would be nice. As long as you’re okay with it?” he asks me.
“Sure, yeah, that’s fine.”
The three of us get up and work together to get the food out and onto plates. We sit at the table and eat dinner, making small talk about school and work. It’s nice, so nice, to have this with Sam. I didn’t realize how messed up I was over this situation until just now, when it’s all laid out in front of me.
I offer for Sam to stay because it’s late, but he says he got a hotel because he didn’t know how the night would go and didn’t plan to drive back. He pushes for me to tell him more, but I tell him it’s best if I don’t, and once again explain that he just needs to trust me. We hug before he leaves, and he says goodbye to Amelia on his way out. I lock up the door, and press my back against.
“What the fuck have you gotten mixed up in?” Amelia asks, crossing her arms over her chest.
I groan, and slide down to the floor.
I have no damn idea.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Sailor
We get through an entire movie before Amelia brings it up.
“So, Sam is hot.”
