"You really don't have to do this, Red." Sam said, smoothing his hand down my ponytail as he passed me.
I'm sitting at the table in the kitchen, sipping some coffee while reading the news on my phone. I'd told him I was going to confront Paul about the awkward position he put me in and Sam wasn't exactly pleased about it.
"I do, though. He can't be using me to get to you. You handle the pack part, I'll handle the best friend part. Okay?" I said while keeping my eyes on my phone.
I'm currently following the news in Seattle where my father has been for the last week and a half. Someone was killing people off but there were no bodies. Blood could be found in the streets, flowing toward sewage grates like rivers but no bodies had been discovered and the police were worried about a serial killer. So far, almost thirty people had gone missing; ranging from their late teens to early forties in age. Chief Charlie Swan had been called in along with one of his deputies to see if an outside source could catch any clues, though to me that made no sense. I worried about him constantly and hoped that he would be okay.
"I will handle the pack part." Sam said with a chuckle as he filled his coffee mug and sat across from me again at the table. "I just don't want you pushing his buttons and you end up getting hurt." His face was etched with concern.
"Baby." I placed my hand over his across the short expanse of the wooden table top. "Paul would never hurt me."
"You never thought he would use you either." Sam pointed out with a stern brow.
I rolled my eyes and took another sip of coffee and then wet my lips. "I still don't know if I believe he did that on purpose. Or if he did, I don't think he planned on executing the kiss."
It was Sam's turn to roll his eyes. "Don't be naive, Red. He knew exactly what he was doing...That he would get to me, get under my skin and he used you to do it. That's not right." He pulled his hand away from mine and I know hurt flashed across my face before I used both hands to cup my mug.
"Sam, listen to yourself. He knew exactly what he was doing? Of course he did. He also knew you would flip your shit if he even tried. Which you did." He was working me up, doubting Paul. Sure, I'm pissed off at him for what he did but he's still my best friend.
"And when his lips would have touched yours? Then what?" He demanded more than asked and I could see Alpha slipping through.