6
Lark
Sam made no sense.
None.
At all.
I was still fuming about his abrupt departure and then the subsequent cold shoulder at work. One minute, he had been a d**k to me. And the next, I had been in his arms, about to kiss him. Then he’d freaked the f**k out and ditched the entire party. Hello, mixed signals.
English just thought this was proof that I needed to leave Sam in the past where he belonged. I wished that she was still in New York instead of back in LA. Katherine and Whitley had polar-opposite advice about the whole thing, and I felt battered back and forth like a tennis ball.
Luckily, I had work to keep me company. The fundraising banquet for the mayor was tomorrow, which meant the office was in full panic mode. I barely had time to think, let alone eat lunch or take a br
