Chapter 12

“There’s nothing you can do.” He sighed heavily and swirled the wine in the glass instead of focusing on Blake. “There’s nothing I can do. Michael won’t budge. He’s like a freaking redwood or something.”

Blake made a humming sound and then leaned forward and set his glass on the table. “I know he cares about you. As more than just an operative, I mean. Anyone with eyes can see it. He treats you differently. In a good way. And you have him wrapped around your finger. You can get him to do things the rest of us can’t.”

Sam let out a mirthless laugh. He set his glass down on the table, rubbed his hands over his eyes, and sat back. “Please don’t get my hopes up. I’ve spent a long time stuffing them down far enough that they were manageable.”

“I know.” Blake sighed and patted his arm. “I thought you were making progress with him. I mean, he anchored you when we went in to help Archie cross. Things were different after that.”