Chapter 16Izzy packed his stuff quietly. Sam went to bed for a while, then got up again, because he couldn’t sleep, or so he said.
“Izzy, coffee,” he called quietly sometime in the morning hours when Izzy had been done packing and lay curled on the bed that wasn’t his anymore.
When Izzy didn’t reply, Sam came to the doorway and looked at him.
“Is it weird that I know you didn’t do what they accuse you of?” he asked, and Izzy’s gaze snapped into Sam’s.
“What?”
“This meant too much to you. There’s got to be an explanation. And you wouldn’t leave Wyatt, either.” Sam crossed his arms. “I wouldn’t have chosen the boss’s brother though.”
“I didn’t choose anything,” Izzy murmured. “You don’t get to choose who you fall in love with.” He knew it now, that he was in love with the impossible, i
