Chapter 23

“Just tell me one thing.” Dom’s voice was low and serious, and Sam stopped struggling. He gave Dom his full attention. “Just tell me that this isn’t some ploy of yours to, I don’t know, finally get Michael to act.”

Sam would have been hurt by the accusation, but he knew Dom was worried. And it was exactly the kind of thing his younger self would have done—make Michael see what he was losing. Hell, it was something the Sam of a few months ago would have done. But not anymore.

“It’s not.” Sam sighed and gently pulled out of Dom’s hold. “Maybe before, if I had thought about it. But now? Now it’s self-preservation. I’ll never be able to move on if I don’t leave.”

Dom gave him a sad smile and then leaned back into the couch and slouched down. He rubbed a hand over his face, and Sam stayed quiet, knowing Dom was thinking everything over. Eventually Dom nodded.

“Okay. Okay, Sammy. We’ll go somewhere else. But on two conditions.”

Sam eyed him warily. “What?”