Sam didn't charge at me like a wild animal since two weeks ago when I walked out of the kitchen on him. He was giving me space, which I appreciated, because I needed to work out in my mind this thing called blackmail.
I had no idea what I was even looking for. Rick didn't appear to know, either. Even if I did find something incriminating, I wasn't so sure handing it over to someone like Rick would be easy, even with the threat of the pictures of me. I'd grown up with the Clearys, and to stab them in the back like this wasn't something I could do without it weighing heavily on my conscience, dream library job or not.
And then there was Sam, sweet, always half-naked Sam who had seeped under my skin and sexified my whole damn world. The guy who made breakfast for me every morning, most of w
