“I’m staying, Sam. I’m committing to being here. For me, but also for you. For us.” Meena moved from the chair across from him to the one next to him. “I’ve fallen for you, Sam. I like what we’re doing, building between us.” Her heart thumped faster as she put her hand on his forearm. “You are kind, intelligent, and steady. And have you looked in a mirror? You’re also attractive in an obvious way. I feel . . . um . . . I care about you.” He put his hand over hers. She could see the gold flecks in his dark-brown eyes as he leaned in. “You forgot to mention that I’m a fucking saint,” he said.
