Sam shot him a look. “Because I know you. Spill the beans.” “We talked about you.” “Um, you’re going to need to elaborate on that.” He took her hand and kissed the back of it before turning it to press his lips to her palm. “We talked about how amazing you are, how strong and loyal and supportive of your friends and colleagues, how you’re tireless in your efforts to get justice for victims of the most violent of crimes, how you’re the most incredible wife and mother.” Stupefied, Sam stared at him. “You did not talk to him about that stuff.” “Actually, I did talk to him about that and how much I love you and how nothing and no one will ever come between us. I was pretty adamant about that last part.” “Tell me you’re joking.” “I’m dead serious, Samantha. We had a man-to-man conversation, and I think we understand each other a lot better than we did before.”
