My throat constricts and I release the photo letting it fall easily onto the desk. He is there the entire time, just watching me. The thoughts of him being so close to me sends unwelcome shivers up my spine."What do I do?" I ask shakily.

Samuel goes round the desk and grasps my shoulders. "We don't do anything. I'll handle it."

"Handle it? Handle it how?"

"Let me worry about that. The less you know the better," he says, hoping to ward me off the subject.

"You said you wouldn't keep things from me and I'd like to know."

He just stares back at me, unmoving and silent.

I place...