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Ben knew Sam well enough to know that Sam wouldn’t care how he identified. He’d want Ben to be honest with himself. But he didn’t need to hear yet another reason why Sam would have gotten sick of waiting for him.
“Uh. Thank you?” Ben said, for lack of a better response.
“Go to Sam,” she said. “Tell him you want him. Trust me, that’s what he wants to hear.”
Ben swallowed. It was a nice fantasy, but it wasn’t something he was going to do.
For a man who ran a project called Ballsy, he was one hell of a coward.
“I will,” he lied. “Thank you.”
