Chapter 17
A bomb could have dropped in the kitchen and Beau doubted he’d have been more surprised.
“You’re Sam,” he said, his voice sounding dull and hollow in his own ears.
“Yes, I’m Sam,” she answered, still sounding confused.
She wasn’t the only one. “So Josie sent you here to tell me she’s a lesbian?”
Sam laughed outright. “No! Not that I know of, at least. She’s actually the best friend I have in Alabama, and she said you had some questions, and I should answer them.”
He frowned but made his way to the kitchen table and dropped into the chair beside her. “Okay, then my first question is why has she been spending all her Friday and Saturday nights with you?”
“It’s not exactly with me. Josie is one of the most dedicated volunteers at Ruth’s House, the domestic violence shelter I
