now faced with Adam. A strange mix of elation and dread fills me, causing my stomach to swirl and all of my saliva to dry up. He always makes me feel something. Avoiding him for almost two months hasn’t changed that at all.
He takes the seat next to me, lounging back in the comfortable chair, his golden eyes studying me as I take a sip. He quirks a brow at me. “What do you think?”
“It’s really good. Thanks for getting it for me.”
He flicks a couple fingers at my champagne flute. “I saw your date got you that. While it’s good champagne, I know you prefer reds over whites.”
I nod. “I do.” There doesn’t seem to be much else to say to that, even though he seems to be fishing for something.
He glances over to where Scott is still talking and mingling. “I’m surprised you’re over here by yourself. Usually you like to mix and mingle. Tired of your boyfriend already?”
There’s a little bite to his tone that I haven’t heard from him before. “I’ve been mingling for a while already. My feet were hurting and I wanted to sit. Scott is enjoying himself and I saw no reason to drag him away.” For some reason I’ve decided not to correct his assumption that Scott is more to me than a date for tonight.
Adam raises his eyebrows. “He looks like he takes longer to get ready than my sister. And she’s a beauty queen.”
I look at Scott’s profile where he’s standing in animated conversation. “He is very well groomed.” I turn my gaze back to Adam. “I hadn’t pegged you as the type to get jealous over another man’s looks.”
He laughs, but it sounds ugly and forced. Not the carefree, flirtatious laugh I’m used to from him. “I wouldn’t say I was jealous of his looks, Amy.”
I set the wine glass back on the table, not enjoying this exchange at all now. “Is there something you wanted, Adam? Or did you just come over to criticize my date?”
He studies my face. “Date? Not boyfriend?”
“I’m not sure why it matters.” I stand and pick up the champagne flute. “You’ve been more than clear that you have no interest in either position.”
With that parting shot I leave, heading back to Scott.
He takes the seat next to me, lounging back in the comfortable chair, his golden eyes studying me as I take a sip. He quirks a brow at me. “What do you think?”
“It’s really good. Thanks for getting it for me.”
He flicks a couple fingers at my champagne flute. “I saw your date got you that. While it’s good champagne, I know you prefer reds over whites.”
I nod. “I do.” There doesn’t seem to be much else to say to that, even though he seems to be fishing for something.
He glances over to where Scott is still talking and mingling. “I’m surprised you’re over here by yourself. Usually you like to mix and mingle. Tired of your boyfriend already?”
There’s a little bite to his tone that I haven’t heard from him before. “I’ve been mingling for a while already. My feet were hurting and I wanted to sit. Scott is enjoying himself and I saw no reason to drag him away.” For some reason I’ve decided not to correct his assumption that Scott is more to me than a date for tonight.
Adam raises his eyebrows. “He looks like he takes longer to get ready than my sister. And she’s a beauty queen.”
I look at Scott’s profile where he’s standing in animated conversation. “He is very well groomed.” I turn my gaze back to Adam. “I hadn’t pegged you as the type to get jealous over another man’s looks.”
He laughs, but it sounds ugly and forced. Not the carefree, flirtatious laugh I’m used to from him. “I wouldn’t say I was jealous of his looks, Amy.”
I set the wine glass back on the table, not enjoying this exchange at all now. “Is there something you wanted, Adam? Or did you just come over to criticize my date?”
He studies my face. “Date? Not boyfriend?”
“I’m not sure why it matters.” I stand and pick up the champagne flute. “You’ve been more than clear that you have no interest in either position.”
With that parting shot I leave, heading back to Scott.
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