You’re stuck with me.” She sniffled. “Promise?” He rested his forehead against hers. “Cross my heart.
Sam…” “What?” she whispered. “Tell me what to do to fix it.” She shook her head and closed her eyes as though she couldn’t bear to see him. “You can’t fix it.” He had to. Failure here was not an option. “Let me try.
He’d done it like he did everything else—with passion and total disregard for how much it might embarrass her.
