“Mark,” she said before scurrying out of frame.
“And…action!”
I took a deep breath and glared daggers at Spencer. That part wasn’t hard. “You knew what you were getting into when you started this thing with me,” I ground out. “And now you’re changing your mind?”
Spencer’s expression softened; he was trying for soothing. “That’s not it at all. Sam, I love you. I just don’t understand why you have to—”
“I told you why!” I snapped, taking a step closer, right into his personal space.
“It’s bullshit,” Spencer said matter-of-factly, “and you know it. And you stand here when we’re supposed to be honoring John’s life. But you’re dishonoring everything he stood for! Everything he worked for. Did he mean anything to you at all? Or—”
Wham!