His eyes were dark, too. Piercingly so, I noted as they flickered past me and came to rest on Sam. His brow lowered slightly as he smiled, showing white, even teeth. The expression looked more like a feral grin than a welcoming gesture.
“Melanie, I’d like you to meet Brian Endicott.”
Automatically, I stuck out a hand. Brian followed suit.
“Sam?” Sheila paused. For just the briefest moment, she looked uncertain, then her smile returned. “You remember Brian, don’t you?”
“Yes,” said Sam. It sounded as though he was speaking through clenched teeth.
“Driver.” Brian nodded tersely.
I guessed this meant I didn’t have to worry about them bonding over the Boxster.
“Won’t this be fun?” Sheila said brightly. “Just like old times; well, except for Melanie, of course. But don’t worry, dear, we’ll get you caught up in no time.”
For a fleeting moment, I wondered if I should just make my life easier and run right then. Unfortunately, good manners, drummed in since birth, asserted themselves. I plastered a smile on my face, took Sam’s cold hand in mine, and followed Sheila inside.