CHAPTER 21
“WHERE’S SAM?” I asked Jed when we got back to Black’s house, or Riverley, as the sign on the gatepost said.
“He said he’d stay at his place tonight. Something about needing to justify his rent payments.”
“Bullshit.” The word slipped out before I could stop it.
Jed shrugged. “It’s what he said.”
I’d seen the way Sam looked at me when he came out of the forest room. Embarrassment. Because he’d missed? Because he’d hesitated to shoot a woman who reminded him of me? Both?
I also knew Black had put her there on purpose. The way he leaned forward an inch on his chair after Sam and Jed cleared the railway carriage gave it away. Asshole. I’d told him that in the car on the way back, but he’d just laughed. “Quinn needs to learn to focus on the job,” Black told me. “It’s not just h
