Elliott couldn't believe his eyes when he entered his house and saw his longtime friend, Mitch, sitting on the couch, studying something on Sam's computer. A streak of jealousy traveled through his blood and he fisted his hands, resting them on his hips.
After Mitch explained the confusion, Elliott stood rigid, astonished Sam could believe him to be capable of murder. He stared at her, speechless, and watched as she stuffed her stocking feet into her boots, grabbed her coat off the rack and headed for the door.
"Where are you going, Sam?" he called out to her as she opened the door.
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Sam turned to Elliott. "I'm going back to the B&B where I can feel safe locked in my room away from murderers and fake people who claim to be friends." She stomped to the Sherriff and snatched the comp
