Page 33 of Sweetheart
"They're currently single. No girlfriends," I added.
"Can I see that?" he asked.
"Sure."I handed him the paper, andSam spared it a glance. "Anyfeedback?"
"Yeah," he said—and before I could say another word, he crumbled the list into a ball and threw it over his shoulder."You don'tneed a backup, Kent. You've got me."
Adding insult to injury, the paper sailed through the air before landingperfectly in the wastebasket by the door. My eyes were glued tothe place where he'd thrown my now-ruinedlist of guys.Theaudacity.I was still staring in disbelief as he placed a folded square in my hand.
"What's this?" I asked.
"My notes."
"Your what?"
"I read your plan," he said.
"And?"
He shrugged. "Looks good, but I had a few thoughts."
And he'd taken notes.
Which must mean he cared about this.
Right?
Trying to hide my surprise, I unfolded the paper and saw that Sam wasn't kidding. Hereally had made several notes, some in the margins, some at the bottom after the text. No particular section stood out—except the word he'd written in all caps at the top. My brows furrowed.
"SCAM?" I said. "What the heck, Bishop? Whydid you add that?"
"Because it's accurate," he said.
His answer made my frown deepen.
"You really don't get it?" Sam'slips pulled up into a grinas I shook my head. "Scam. That's you and me, Scarlett and Sam."
"Oh!"
"Ironic, isn't it?" he said.
"Could be fate," I retorted. "Who knows?Maybe we were destined to do this all along."
Sam gave me a dubious look, but I ignored it and continued reading his notes. Unfortunately, I couldn't ignore the heart sparkles he'd awakened in my chest. Sam had thought up a perfectly wonderful if slightly ironic couple name for the two of us.Honestly, I was upset I didn't think ofit first.Yet the heart sparkles continued.What was this madness?Getting back to business, I read his next comment.
"Beside Reasons Why You Should Say Yes," I said, "you wrote 'Need to discuss.'"
"I did," Sam agreed.
I looked up with a shrug. "Well, the first one is pretty obvious. Good karma. If you agree toassist with my list, you'd be helping out a former friend."
"Former? I thought wecovered this, Kent." His eyes werea clearocean blue today, and I tried not to get lost in them. "We never stopped being friends."
"Okay then," I murmured and crossed outthe word former. "You'll be helping a friend. That better?"
Sam nodded. "Next?"
"Second, you have nothing to lose and everything to gain," I said.
