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The dread began building again as we made our way to the Davis estate. I hated any kind of confrontation, and I couldn’t imagine that today’s brunch would go by without a really big one.
Except when he needed to shift gears, Sam held my hand, tenderly sweeping his thumb across my clammy palm. His touch sent tingles through me. I savored the connection with him. There was simply no denying our physical attraction to each other.
All too soon, we passed through the brick pillars that stood on either side of the long driveway that led to Sam’s parents’ home. I looked at the imposing mansion and couldn’t fathom growing up here. My family had been financially comfortable, and I had never gone without anything I needed, but this kind of opulence was so over-the-top that it almost felt forei
