onhis fatherâs death. Just being with Callie was more soothing than talking the subject to shreds.
He and Callie had always been there for each other during times of adversity. Somehow, when one of them was hurting, all quarrels were forgotten. He remembered the time her father had passed away from an unexpected heart attack. Sam and Callie had fought the week before and were officially âbroken-up.â But the moment heâd heard about Mr. Calloway, Sam had gone to Callie. Sheâd accepted his presence and his comfort without question, and whatever stupid thing theyâd fought aboutâhe couldnât remember it nowâhad melted into insignificance.
âSalâs, please hold,â a voice said.
It was his own fatherâs death that had brought her back to him this time. Only he hadnât accepted her attempts to comfort as readily as he should have. Looking back a few days, he was truly ashamed of the hostile way heâd treated her. Oh, he wasnât ready to take her completely at face value. She was still a journalist first, job or no job. But sheâd been very perceptive when sheâd accused him of holding on to the bitterness from their last breakup.
âSalâs, can I take your order?â The voice belonged to Sal himself.
âYeah, hi, Sal. I need a large sausage-and-mushroom deep dish to goââ
âSam? Sam Sanger?â
âUh, yeah.â
âWow, I thought Iâd gone back in time there for a minute. Donât tell me. Itâs for you and Callie, right?â
âRight.â He hoped Callie didnât mind if people gossiped about them.
Sal laughed. âYou two are as predictable as sunshine on the Fourth of July. Same order, every Friday night. I got to where I didnât even wait for you to call in the order, remember?â
âYeah, I remember.â He was remembering a lot of things. He and Callieâd had some good times. The ache of nostalgia squeezed his chest. But it was only nostalgia, he cautioned himself. They couldnât throw their quarrels out the window like they used to. Their differences were too fundamental these days.
âOkay, Iâve got you down,â Sal said. âPizzaâll be ready in about twenty minutes.â
âGreat, Iâll be there to get it.â
Before returning to the living room, Sam rummaged around in the red-and-white-tiled kitchen for some things he knew Callie would haveâa pretty china cup, some herbal tea, a kettle. He filled the kettle and set it on the stove, then put a tea bag in the cup.
âThe water should boil in a few minutes,â he told Callie as he put on his denim jacket. She hadnât moved since heâd left the room to order the pizza. âI put out some tea for you. Raspberry and chamomile. Iâll be back in half an hour.â
He started to walk out the door, but at the last moment he strode quickly to her chair, leaned down, and kissed her too pale cheek. He wanted to do more, but decided not to push his luck. âChin up, Callie. Youâre strong, and you can get through this.â
As soon as Sam was gone, Callie released a pent-up sigh. A few minutes ago sheâd been in a state of panic, wishing there was some way she could call off this â¦Â meeting, or whatever it was if it wasnât a date. Sheâd even started to phone him as her mind scurried around looking for some believable excuse. But sheâd hung up before the connection was even made. Sheâd known Sam wouldnât be put off by anything. He was too damned determined.
She didnât need the extra stress of dealing with Sam right now, sheâd told herself when the bell had rung. Didnât she have enough on her plate? But the moment she saw him, everything had changed. Heâd always been there during her worst times, even when she didnât deserve his devotion. During disasters, he made sure she ate, he rubbed her
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