Chapter Twenty Six

“Someone like Grace. You seemed pretty hung up on her.” Sam said. 

“I think it’s safe to say I’m not hung up on Grace.”

“I can see why you’re attracted to her,” Sam said.

“Who?” Damon demanded sharply.

“Wendy.”

Both men stared across the room to where Wendy danced with Ross.

“She’s a beautiful woman. I bet she’s awesome in bed.” Sam said. 

Damon rounded furiously on Sam .

“You shut the hell up. Don’t even breathe her name again. You got it?” he said. 

Sam smiled and backed away, holding his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, I get it. You’re awfully touchy about her. Funny, you weren’t that pissed when you found out about Grace.”

Sam sauntered off and Damon turned away, angry that he’d let him goad him.

“Damon, there you are.”

He sighed when his mom latched on to his