Chapter 129

129.

I wanted to punch him for calling me sweetheart. What was with

all of these suddenly over-familiar men? I picked up the photo and

underneath it was another…it was one of Sammie and I walking arm in arm

into the Glass Towers. It was stamped with Friday night’s date. The elevator

Nate and I were riding in stopped and the doors slid open on my floor. I felt

like my heels were glued down and I couldn’t move. To my horror, Nate

had to take me by the arm and lead me out of the elevator. I think I was in

some kind of mini-shock state. I found myself standing in the hallway, still

gaping at the photos in my hand. Feeling sick to my stomach, I picked up

the next photo and the last one was the best. It was a photo of me in Friday

night’s clothes and a flagrant case of bed-head, getting into the back seat of

Sammie’s limousine. The photo was clearly stamped with Saturday

morning’s date.

“What—Where---Why are you having Sammie followed?” I

finally spit out.