be odd men out?
“Do you see something I don’t see?” Sam spoke from behind her, startling her so badly she dropped the poker.
She picked it up, rearranged the logs and replaced the screen. At last, she turned to face Sam. Her feelings were too close to the surface, and she feared saying something stupid. “Just enjoying the blaze,” she said lightly.
He sat up, yawning. “Sorry to crash on you like that. It’s been a long week.”
“Since you quizzed me, I suppose it’s okay for me to ask if you have a lady friend who will expect you home tomorrow?”
He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and ran his hands through his hair. “I’m between relationships at the moment,” he said, his voice muffled.
Annalise was well aware that Sam Ely was considered a “catch.” Over the years she had noted the stream of females flowing through his life. Noted and been silently wounded by it. “What happened to the last one?”
His head lifted and he resumed his earlier position. But although his body language signaled relaxation, his gaze was guarded. “We differed on some important issues. Politics. Religion.”
“And that was enough to forego sex with Diana Salyers?”
He grinned. “You know a lot about me for someone who hates my guts.”
Annalise sniffed. “You paraded her around all over Charlottesville. Kind of hard to miss. But I’ll admit that I didn’t know it was over. You strike me as being the kind of guy who could overlook things like that.”
He grinned. “Touché. All right. If you must know, I found out she doesn’t want to have kids.”
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