The sound of tapping broke his reverie—Sam's cane on the cobblestones. Winn's head shot up. "What are you doing out here?" Sam asked.
"Waiting for Jasper," Winn replied curtly.
"Is that it? I didn't take you to be a quitter, Winn Kane."
"What do you mean?" Winn asked.
"You stood up to me this morning and told me exactly how you feel about her," Sam said, leaning slightly on his cane. "You told me exactly how you plan on defying me to get her back. Is this how you plan to do it? By sitting back like a big cry baby?"
"I don't deserve her," Winn said.
"No, you don't. Not like this, you don't," Sam stepped closer.
"I have always heard about you since you established House of Kane," he continued, his eyes assessing Winn as if reading a ledger of his soul.
"And I must say, I judged you based on your father's character. If you're offended, I don't care. But when I met you this morning, I saw something amazing in you. You have more of your grandfather in you than your father."
