CH 18 Blindsided
"You know that shit is hot, right?"
"Har har," I replied as Tara brought me a cup of coffee the next day. Needless to say, I held it very carefully, mindful not to spill a drop.
"Care to fill me in on Tall, Blond and Mysterious?" she asked as she settled on the love seat across from me. I was in the armchair, my feet propped on pillows on the footstool with ice on them.
"He's Bill's old boss. He's helping me through a rough patch," I tried to shrug nonchalantly.
"Riiiiiggghht," she drawled. "Helping you through a rough patch, in your bedroom, holding you on the bathroom floor?"
"Tara, how many times have you picked me up off the floor lately?" I demanded.
"Sookie, I've known you since you were six," she retorted. "And don't change the subject. Sam was all a-twitter about it."
"SAM? As in Sam Merlotte?"
"Yeah, you know, Sam who is crazy secretly in love with you. That Sam."
I waved my hand, still careful with my coffee. "Sam is not crazy in love with me. And Sam does not get 'a-twitter.'"
"If you can't see that Sam's crazy about you, then you're just plain crazy," she replied. "Has a thing for you, has had a thing for you, will likely have a thing for you forever. And does not take kindly to mysterious, blond strangers who show up out of nowhere, seeming to have spent the night with you, and that you go seeking comfort from when hurt. I'm just sayin'."
I huffed. "If Sam is so head over heels for me, then why hasn't he done anything before now? Not that he's doing anything now, mind you. Not that I even think you're right."
"He was getting up his courage when Bill walked into your life. And he's been here, patiently picking up the pieces, waiting for you to be in a place where you might actually see him. So, as your friend, I'm asking you, before you get your head turned by pretty new faces, open your eyes." She took my cup from my now wobbling hands and stomped out of the room.
To say I was stunned was a bit of an understatement. Sam?