In a just world, Sam Taylor would have found a nice carnie girl, someone who planned to spend her whole life on the flying trapeze, someone who didn’t come with a complicated family history and an even more complicated personal present. He deserves better than me. He deserves the world. Too bad I’m going to kick the world in the teeth if it ever tries to come between us again. I already did the “running away for his own good” routine, and it wasn’t enough to save either of us from the inevitable. So screw nobility. Annie Price loves Sam Taylor, and that’s how it’s going to be.
