Chapter 5
Sam got up the next morning before Lincoln. He left the bedroom after kissing Linc’s cheek, then went to the window in the dining room to gaze outside. It looked like it had stopped snowing. A good sign.
He texted his agent.
Weather’s getting better. I think tomorrow I’m heading back to LA.
Sam went into the kitchen to start the coffee. As he pressed the ON button, his agent texted back.
Thank God. Was going to send tanks to get you out. Need you on that plane Friday.
Sam texted back.
I’ll be there.
He opened the fridge, thinking he might as well get breakfast going. Linc spent enough time looking after others—especially Sam, it seemed—so the least Sam could do would be to make breakfast.
All of this had definitely been unexpected, Sam mused, as he took out the carton of
