Chapter 61

But then again, Sam and Rocco worked harder than any of us ever did, and lately I could see how the stress of running their own business was affecting their relationship. I worried for them. Sam and Rocco had been together for twelve years and were my rock. Whenever I was in need of solace and comfort, their home was where I ran to. They were my family.

“Here,” Sam said, offering me a glass of red wine. “All jokes aside, I’m happy for you, Jacqueline.” He chuckled and sipped his wine, his dark eyes peering into mine. “You’ve been after that chunky hunk of love for half a decade, so congratulations, my little pixie. You and your fairy dust have done the impossible.”

Ever since I’d told Sam about Sebastien and I being in love, Sam had been throwing these little poisonous arrows at me. And I knew why.