CH 15 Like Watching Wimbledon
I scrambled out of Eric's lap onto my feet. "Sam, this is Eric Northman. He's - he was Bill's boss. He came by yesterday to check on Bill since he hadn't heard from him in and while - we forgot to notify his work, Sam - and he found me, well, you know how I've been. He-" I stopped because Eric's story about Ava wasn't mine to tell. "He was very kind to me. He helped me get through last night, and he's offered to help me out all he can..." I faltered and looked at Eric.
"Yes, with insurance and paperwork and whatnot, I can help get these things expedited, I think," he said. "Know the proper channels..." He, too, trailed off.
Sam looked back and forth between us like he was watching a tennis match. He knew he was missing something, Sam was pretty sharp, he just didn't know what just yet. His shrewed eyes took in both our rumpled clothes, still on, but slightly guilty expressions. He clearly decided to reserve judgement and err on the side of caution, however, when he stuck his hand out and offered it to Eric.
"Sam Merlotte, one of Sookie's oldest friends. Thanks for looking out for her last night. Tara had something come up, Sook, sorry she couldn't make it."
"No problem, Sam, I clearly survived one night," I smiled and Sam looked at me, taken aback at an actual smile. He shot another look at Eric.
"Right. Well, why don't we all go downstairs and I'll make some coffee and we can talk more about what needs to be done, paperwork-wise?" This little menage-a-trois act was making everyone uncomfortable but I wondered, when did Sam become the host in my own home?
A/N Sorry for the delay, guys, RL sucked my muse. I'll try to be better!