Chapter 22
Samson“Come on,” I said and took Blair’s hand.
“I don’t want to,” she replied and tried pulling away. She knocked her ass into the desk, and the ancient computer behind her rattled on it. “f**k, f**k, faaaaack.”
“Blair, come on. It’s time. It’s past time. She was bound to find out anyway. Do you really want that asshole doing the dirty work for you? Do you want him to fill her head with bullshit before you get a chance to clear the air?” Not that I wanted the air clear with Regina. She didn’t deserve Blair’s worry.
The woman I loved, yeah, that’d happened – it’d happened all right and I couldn’t f*****g control it – gripped her stomach and went green around the gills. “Samson –”
“Move,” I commanded and took her by the elbow.
I walked her out into the hall, then allowed her
