When Sam arrived the next morning, Graham expected some anger, or at the very least, some weird awkwardness. He knew he’d hurt Sam, yet the man was the same happy-go-lucky guy he’d been since starting, even if he did hustle the elder Hayes man outside fairly quickly. And Graham noticed Sam had avoided eye contact.
Graham watched them head to the dock and wanted to join them. Wanted to sit with them and enjoy the sun. But he couldn’t. Graham knew Sam needed some space. And he had deadlines anyway. The whole reason Sam was here was to take care of his dad and allow Graham to work.
He pulled his gaze from the window and began editing the story. It was God-awful, but unfortunately, the client had only wanted him to review the basics, not the story itself. Graham sighed deep, still wishing he
