Page 48 of Tell Me Again
“Too late,” Jenny muttered.
“Why for you and not for me?”
“Because I said so.”
“Because you’re afraid,” Sam countered.
“I did something horrible to him and he has every right to hate me for it. What happened with you and Trevor was years ago. You were kids. You’re older now and, hopefully, smarter.”
Sam snorted. “That’s debatable.”
“All I’m saying is when you see yourself going down that dark road to self-sabotage land, take a breath. Just take a breath and give yourself a minute. If I could have those moments in the coat closet back again, I swear I would have bolted before Owen ever saw me. Or better yet, I wouldn’t have gotten myself into that situation in the first place. Remember to breathe, Cover Girl.”
Jenny’s voice broke on the last word and she turned away, her shoulders rising and falling in a clear struggle to maintain her composure. Sam reached forward and drew the petite redhead into a tight hug. She knew Jenny didn’t offer up her vulnerable side often, and she appreciated that her friend made the effort now.
“I’m sorry we suck,” she whispered. “But I’m glad we suck together.”
“That sounds perverted,” Jenny said with a shaky laugh. She pulled back and stared hard at Sam. “Promise me you’ll take a breath when that time comes.”
“I don’t know if it will help,” Sam said, offering the redhead a skeptical smile. “But I promise I’ll try.”
