Chapter 37

Sam skirted the edge of the kitchen, but he didn’t come close to Michael because he knew if he touched Michael, he’d be lost. So he left the kitchen and headed for the living room, where he’d left his phone the night before. It was almost out of battery, but he had enough to make the call.

“Sammy? You okay?”

He took a deep breath and was proud his voice barely shook. “I know I begged you to transfer with me, but would you hate me if I asked if we could put that on hold for a little bit?”

Dom was quiet for a long, tense moment. “I would never, could never, hate you, Sam. What happened?”

There was so much to say, and he’d fill Dom in on everything when he could, but he didn’t want to rehash it all—not with Michael sitting within earshot. And certainly not yet, when he was still holding onto last night and wanted to keep it to himself. So he gave Dom the pertinent details.

“Michael came by last night to talk to me. And this morning, he asked me to stay, to wait on transferring.”