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She turned to me, and as I’d expected, she was crying.
“I never should’ve come here. Please understand I appreciate everything you’ve done, but my gut was telling me there was no way this could be real. I should’ve listened.”
I drew her into my arms. “Giving up now is premature, my love.”
Sam shook her head. “I can’t do this. It has nothing to do with the money or the property or the house. Although I do love it. It’s more that, for a very short amount of time, I believed—” She broke down, burying her face in my chest.
“Shh,” I soothed, stroking her hair. “What did you believe?”
“That I wasn’t…alone anymore.”
I pulled back and put my finger on her chin. When she looked up at me, I kissed away the tears on her cheeks. “You are not alone. You have me.”
“You know what I mean. I’ve never had a family, Beau.”
“Weare a family, and we have a fur baby to prove it.”
She smiled.
“Someday, I hope we’ll add more. Perhaps even from the Homo sapiens species.”
“It would be nice to think Cena and I were related. Equally as sad as finding out we’re not is that I never got to know her.”
“The way I see it, that is the biggest tragedy of all.”
“She knew who I was for over a year. Why didn’t she reach out?”
“Given her age, along with Juni saying her eyesight was failing, maybe she didn’t have the ability to do so.”
Sam sighed. “You’re right.”
“Yes, I often am, not that you’re usually so quick to agree.”
Sam smiled again, leaned up, and kissed me. “I love you, Beau.”
“And I love you, my darling.” I looked at the time. It was nearing eleven. “What do you say we wrap up with Decker, have lunch, then recommence looking through photos?”
“I also want to call the church today and see what the secretary can tell me about the Covert family.”
“That’s the spirit. We’ll continue moving forward until such time when we deem we shouldn’t. Which, I predict, will not happen.” I leaned back and rubbed my stomach. “Any requests for lunch?”
Sam stood and walked to the refrigerator. “Leftover pizza?”
“Sounds perfect.”
Her eyes were wide. “Hot or cold?”
My eyes scrunched. “Cold, of course. Who would want it hot?”
“Me. Probably anyone who has ever eaten leftover pizza.”
“Clearly, I’ve eaten it. Are you suggesting otherwise?”
This time, she raised a brow.
“What?” I demanded. “YouknowI’m not lying.”
“I’m just surprised you eat leftovers at all when you could have food delivered anytime you want it.”
