shoulders, he bolstered her spirits. Suddenly she felt silly for having dreaded Samâs arrival. He was so easy to talk toâwhen he wanted to beâand unburdening herself had come as naturally as breathing.
He had uncanny abilities, Sam did. He could make her feel awful with one cold look, as he had at the cemetery. And he could also make the hurt feel better with a touch, a smile. She rubbed her hand against her cheek where heâd kissed her, and a pleasurable shiver wiggled down her spine.
Already she felt better, just knowing that someone understood her position and took her side. She pushed Gritsâthe catâfrom her lap, opened the antique wardrobe that held her TV and VCR and positioned them just right, dusted off the remote control, and threw some pillows on the floor by the coffee table. There, sheâd arranged things just like when they were kids,watching the midnight fright movie at her parentsâ house.
He would be back soon. She went to her bedroom and, after contemplating a slinky lounging outfit, chose a comfy, nonsexy hot-pink sweatsuit. She combed out her wet hair and powdered her nose, which was still a little red from crying.
The incredible aroma of Salâs pizza preceded Sam up the stairs. Callieâs stomach rumbled and her chest tightened. She was either very excited about the pizza, or more excited about her evening with Sam than she had any right to be.
âYou moved,â he said with a note of surprise when he entered the room. âAnd you put on clothes. You didnât have to.â
Callie was pouring Coke over two glasses of ice. âIt happens from time to time.â She spied the Blockbuster Video sack. âWhat movies did you rent?â
â
Duck Soup
and, um, Stallone. Canât remember which one. They all seem the same to me.â
âBlessedly, predictably the same. Thatâs why theyâre so popular. The good guys always win.â
âYou donât think theyâre popular because a lot of stuff gets blown up?â Sam set the pizza box on the coffee table.
âGood point.â
They dimmed the lights, put on
Duck Soup
, and gorged on pizza and mindless slapstick for the next hour and a half. Sam held her hand, and she let him. He played with her hair, braiding it, combing it with his fingers. She let him do that, too, because it seemed to have a calming effect on her. She even let him put hisarm around her and pull her against him, so that she rested her head on his shoulder.
By the time the credits were running for the Stallone movie, it was getting late, and Callie expected him to try to kiss her. She had her defenses all lined up, too, all the reasons they shouldnât take this trip down memory lane any further.
He surprised the heck out of her when he withdrew his arm, sat up, and stretched. âI should go and let you get some sleep.â
âHmm, Iâm not sure Iâll sleep much tonight anyway.â She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. âToo much to think about.â
âThen you want me to stay?â He smiled innocently.
âNo! Um, that isââ
âDonât waste a good argument. I have to leave, anyway. I said I would pick up Deana before midnight.â
âPick her up? I thought your mother would take care of her.â
Sam shook his head. âDeanaâs with my brother and sister-in-law. Tamra volunteered, and I think my mom wanted some time to herself.â
Callie felt a moment of unease. Will Sanger was her prime murder suspect. She shook off the discomfort. Surely Deana was perfectly safe, especially with Tamra there.
âIs there anything else I can do for your mom?â Callie asked. âIâd be happy to run errands or make phone calls.â
âThe nicest thing you can do for her is refrain from writing anything else about Dadâs death for the paper,â Sam answered gruffly.
Callie sighed. âSam, even if I wanted
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