She blinked and looked up. Sam stared at her accusingly from across the table. Her shopping for José done in an hour, she'd agreed to a last-minute invitation to dinner at one of those small, cozy restaurants that lined the streets of downtown. It was amazing how well she got along with Marnie; their teamwork was rewarding and fun—much more so than the inquisition-style meal. The arugula salad churned in her stomach. If only she was better at coming up with excuses. Scott could do it so well, his charming voice getting him out of meetings, phone calls, and other obligations if he didn’t feel like committing to them at the moment.‘Look, you're sitting here with this sick look of a puppy who lost her owner.’ Sam sipped her white wine, her eyes disapproving. ‘I thought you and Scott were done. Now, you’re running his errands?’Sam had seen her shopping with Marnie and was interested in the bags they dragged to the cab. Melanie didn’t really feel like sharing their purpose or content, Scott’s family situation being too private to discuss with someone who so clearly didn’t like him.
