Chapter 27

But Blake wasn’t standing on his doorstep.

Sam blinked and tried to make sense of what was before his eyes. When he heard the knock, he just assumed it was Blake because who else could it be? Dom and Levi, and even Derek, would have called first to make sure their company was welcome. Only his brother showed up unannounced, just as he did at Blake’s house.

Except it was definitely Michael King on the other side of the door, looking worried, upset, and absolutely delicious in a faded pair of jeans that molded to his long, muscular legs and a T-shirt that had seen better days but was obviously comfortable.

What the hell?

“What are you doing here?”

Michael rubbed the back of his neck and then straightened to his full height. “I was hoping we could talk.”

Something vicious twisted in Sam’s chest. Raw pain and anger swirled together. He wanted to talk?