ho could disappear into a room ev

s: a bottle of red wine and the anxious energy of someone who hadn't had a social interaction in months."I thought you might want this," he said, handing her the bottle like a peace offering."Wow, wine and no casserole? You really are the best Hart sibling," Isla said, stepping aside to let

ble silence until Samuel blurted,

nked. "I

t mean to say that. I just... you

nterest piqued.

interesting." "I probably shouldn't have said anything," he muttered, practically curling into himself."No, no. I appreciate the honesty," Isla said, patting his shoulder. "You're a good guy, Samuel. A terrible liar, but a good guy."He gave her a sheepish smile.After he left,