"I have to confess that I would love some dessert," Max admitted, almost sheepishly. Good thing he had a very high metabolism, the way he was putting food away. "What do you recommend?"
He wondered what she knew about Sam, and if Sam was friend, lover, brother or employer. Perhaps it was an open secret, he wasn't sure if Southerners were more or less closemouthed about such things.
"Sam's little jealous?" He tried to fill in the blank on his own. "You can assure him from me that he has no need to be. Honestly. I have a fiancè that I've been with for over twenty-five years. And his name is Richard." Max smiled at Sookie, then turned to offer that same smile to Sam, his intention being to show he was harmless, should this Sam prove to be a somewhat jealous lover. Max abhorred fighting of any kind.