CHAPTER 19
WELL, THIS WASN’T awkward at all. Sam sat one end of the breakfast table while I sat the other, and although we pretended not to notice each other, I could feel his eyes on me when I wasn’t looking.
“What did that pineapple ever do to you?” Emmy asked, voice low.
I forced myself to stop stabbing it with my fork. “Is he staying here?”
“Sam?”
“Of course Sam.”
“He’s bunking in the room next to Jed. Chess and Lara have gone on a spa weekend, and he doesn’t have any food in his fridge. Besides, if he goes home, he’ll probably end up on the sauce again, and then we’ll have to find someone else to come to Russia.”
The pineapple died again, smashed into a golden mess. “He’s not coming to Russia.” I turned to face her. “Tell me you’re kidding?”
“Sorry. He’s paired up with Jed. Th
