“So, what did you want to talk about?” Samantha asked as they sat across from each other in the cozy, half-lit corner of the coffee shop.
Nancy didn’t answer right away. She just stared, lips pressed tight like she was holding something in—or maybe holding herself together. Then she exhaled slowly, gaze locked on Samantha.
“I’ll just say it,” she said bluntly. “I want you to leave Drake.”
Samantha raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed. Of course this was coming. The way Nancy looked at her like she didn’t belong anywhere near him—it said it all.
Nancy leaned forward. “I honestly don’t get it. Of all the men you could’ve ended up with, you picked Drake? With your name and your family’s power, you could’ve had anyone. Why him? Why someone you knew I loved?”
Samantha gave a dry laugh. “L
