Page 69 of Resisting His Charm
“Hi, Imogen!” Poppy calls out.
“Hi! I’m sorry you’re getting stuck with him for this. Just know, if it’s not a match, you’re still my favorite person in the whole world, Sammie J.”
“Right back at ya,” I tell my sister. “Now open the envelope.”
I wait and watch. Imogen takes her time reading the single piece of paper.
“What’s it say?” I push her.
“Ah… You’re a match.” She sighs.
“That’s great!”
“Look, I want you to know that just because you’re a match, I don’t expect you to be a donor for me, Sammie J. I’m sure someone else will turn out to be a match too.”
“What the fuck, Imogen? I’m going to be your donor. I would donate my heart to you if you needed it.”
“That’s drastic. Don’t do that.” Imogen huffs. “Okay, well, I guess we move on to treatment, right? Shit, I should have listened to what the doctor said was next.”
“Imogen, take a breath. It’s going to be okay,” I tell my sister.
Poppy comes over to the sofa and sits down next to me. Her hand lands on mine, and she squeezes.
“Okay, it’s going to be okay,” Imogen repeats. “But seriously, can you call Mom before she goes all Harley Quinn on the city?”
“Calling her now. Love you.”
“Love you too,” Imogen says, then cuts the call.
I hit my mom’s number right away. I might as well get this over with.
“Hello?”
“Mom, I need your help,” I tell her.
“What’s wrong? Where are you? Your father said you went to LA to find Poppy? Is she okay?”
“Yeah, she’s okay. It’s… ah… I need you to come to Texas with me. Poppy’s mother was murdered. I need to find out who did it,” I explain.
Poppy takes her hand off mine, stands, and walks back to the kitchen. My eyes don’t leave her.
“Okay, did Imogen call you? You’re a match.”
“Yeah, she called. It’s good, and as soon as they need me to be at the hospital, I’ll be there. Until then, I’m heading to Texas to find out what happened to Poppy’s mother. Can you help me or not?”
“I’m coming with you, obviously. When have I ever said no to you, Sammie J? Besides, I could use the distraction. Send me the details of where and when you need me.”
“Okay, thanks. Love you. I’ll text you.” I put the phone down and stand. Slowly making my way into the kitchen.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
He cannot be serious right now? He’s actually going to go to Texas to look into my mother’s murder.
“What exactly does your mother do?” I ask, because it’s not normal for mothers to be so onboard with going on a murder investigation with their sons.
Sammie leans against the counter with a smile on his face. “She’s the best hitwoman this country has ever seen,” he says as if he’s proud of the fact.
“Your mother kills people? For money?”
