Chapter 12

“So something prevents you from marrying my brother, yet you aren’t exactly sure what it is, am I getting that right?”

“Yeah.”

She yawned, suddenly looking less vibrant than she had moments ago. Of course, she was still mending and here he was draining her energy with his own problems when she should have been resting and concentrating on getting better. Abruptly, Samson stood, the chair legs scraping against the tile floor.

“I’m sorry, I should go.”

She quirked an eyebrow at him, managing to fold her arms over her chest. “Seriously Samson?” She pointed at the chair. “Sit.”

“You should rest.”

“Sit,” this time she said it with an edge to her voice.

Samson sat.

“I know my brother better than anyone, even better than you, so don’t argue with me on that because I’ll win. Hands down. That being said, however, I’m not entirely sure this whole thing is about him wanting to get married.”