Danielle POV
I completely forgot. Sam told me he’d be calling in today, that he wanted to have lunch with me. I don’t know how it slipped my mind, but it did, and now he’s here, sitting across from me while my chest tightens with guilt and nerves. I can’t seem to relax, not with Knox still out there somewhere, probably watching from across the room.
Sam’s eyes are on me, searching, weighing, and I already know what’s coming.
“I don’t get it,” he says, his voice quiet but full of tension. “You never want to go out at night. Hell, you barely want to leave the apartment at all. So I try to make it easy. I come here, in the middle of the day, hoping we can spend time together outside the house, and you act like it doesn’t matter. What am I doing wrong?”
“Nothing,” I whisper, avoiding his e
