Chapter 22
The last thing Sam needed was some bullshit pity, but that’s exactly what he was getting as Chase stood uncomfortably in the corner of the room staring in at him. He’d managed an awkward “hey” when he’d entered, but hadn’t said a damn word since.
Agitated, Sam sat up and tossed an annoyed look in Chase’s direction. “If you have something to say, just spit it out already.”
Chase tapped his fingers against his leg then looked up at Sam. “How you doing?”
“Fine,” he snapped.
“Sure, sounds like it.” Chase moved farther into the room and sat down on the edge of the black leather recliner. “We’re worried about you.”
“Don’t be.”
“I figured you’d say that. Even have a bet with Miguel. He owes me ten bucks now.”
Normally Sam would comeback with some witty remark about how Chase co
