Chapter 27
BlairI clutched the stem of the champagne glass, wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed until it would surely snap. “Samson,” I said, breathless. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you that I’m serious,” he replied, hand still in his pocket. “I owe you an apology for the weekend.”
“No, we went over this already. It’s fine. Everything’s fine.” I relaxed a little and put down the glass. For a second there, I’d been sure he was about to do something totally crazy. “We don’t need to talk about the weekend. Let’s just move on.”
“There are a few things you don’t know about me,” he replied. “Things you need to know.”
“Like what?”
“I never told you this but I had a hard life.”
“Your aunt –”
“Yeah, yeah, that was only the beginning,” he said and drew his fist out of his pocket, he
