Sam looks completely taken aback, despondent even. But I keep my eyes insistent. "Why? Has he said something?" she snorts, a mild anger filled in her eyes . . . the same reaction she gives whenever you tell her what she doesn't want to hear.

"No. I'm just saying that maybe he doesn't feel the same way. If not, then why would he keep the indifference? To play around with you? I don't think he's that

kind of a person," I say, clearing my throat. Sam frowns, but just momentarily.

"What did he tell you when he invited you here?" I ask, and Sam blanches.

What's wrong with her? I...