“What’s the deal between you and Sam Campbell?” Claire could feel herself blush and cursed her thin, pale Irish skin. “I’ve got to learn to cover it up better,” she said. “I don’t want Hannah to find out.” “Find out what, exactly?” “You can’t tell anyone; not Maggie, not Patrick, not Ed, nobody.” “I solemnly swear,” Scott said. “It happened when we were in high school, the summer Brad Eldridge drowned,” she said. “One night Sam and I ended up out at the lake alone. We’d been drinking beer and one thing led to another.” “Really?” Scott said, smiling broadly. “You and Sam?” “This is so embarrassing,” Claire said. “I’d had a crush on Sam for ages and Linda was away at cheerleading camp. He was my first.” “But what happened?
