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Sam. My body was having its usual reaction to his nearness, but I had chalked it up to fear. My breath had quickened noticeably, so I attempted to slow it.
“What the hell are you thinking?” The level of anger in his voice shocked me, and I reared back as if I’d been slapped.
What right did he have to be mad at me? “I’m thinking that I’m cold, wet, and injured, and the last person I want to see right now is you,” I snapped. It was probably a little harsh, but his unjust irritation with me had set me off.
“Well then, I guess I’ll leave you alone.” He turned to make his way back along the boulder path to the shore. The giant, black dog gave me a bewildered tilt of its head before turning to follow its master.
He’s bluffing. I told myself as Sam continued to walk away. He wouldn’t real
