CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
I expect him to laugh, or at least roll his eyes, but his only reaction is to twitch one eyebrow. “I assure you, your boss is not the devil.”
It’s not so much the tone of Sam’s voice as the look in his eyes. He’d listened and genuinely heard my fear. He was serious—and he didn’t think I was crazy. Still, I can’t help but say it. “You think I’m nuts.”
He leans toward me, and my skin tingles with awareness. “No.”
“I found . . . Sam, I saw a contract. Well, I had to deliver it. That’s why I’m home early. The real reason and well, the envelope wasn’t sealed properly, so I peeked. I know I shouldn’t have but . . . it looked like it was . . .” Ugh, I’m blabbering. I give myself an internal shake.
“Yes?”
“Signed in blood.” There, I’d said it. I search his expression for lau
