Chapter 3

Samuel's hand paused mid-scoop.

"I already deleted Emily's contact info."

He walked past me and set a steaming plate on the table. "I made your favorite shrimp frittata."

He sat down and began to eat with his usual elegance.

When I didn't move, he looked up.

His deep eyes locked onto mine.

"Are you satisfied now?" he asked.

His voice was flat.

His knuckles were white where he gripped his spoon, betraying his anger.

I scoffed.

"I never asked you to delete her number. What you do with her has nothing to do with me."

He stared at me, completely…