Running Back to You (The Running Series, #1)
Kahlua infused chocolate glaze.”  I almost
slipped and named the drink that inspired this creation.
    “Wow.  Sounds incredible.  I can’t wait to try it.  Hey, Evan, how much
longer till we eat?  I’m starving!”  Adam peers over the pot of boiling
water.
    Evan pushes Adam to the side, stirs the pasta, and nods his head.  He
seems pleased with the progress.  “Not much longer.  Wanna set the table?  We
can eat outside.”
    Adam gathers the plates, silverware, and napkins and heads out to the
deck. 
    I take the opportunity to cozy up to Evan a little.  There’s a pot of
Alfredo sauce simmering on the stove that suddenly needs my attention.  Evan is
still standing at the stove checking on the pasta, so I walk over and stand
right beside him.  I take the spoon resting on the counter, remove the cover
from the simmering pot and stir.  Evan watches every move I make with great
interest.  Slowly, I remove the spoon from the pot, place my hand beneath it to
catch any drips and blow ever so lightly onto the remaining sauce to cool it. 
Lifting the spoon to his mouth, I offer him a taste, “Try it,” and I feed him. 
There is nothing sexier than feeding a man.  He places his hand on my waist and
opens his mouth just enough to taste. 
    “Mmm.  I think we’re ready.  What do you think, Juliette?”  He takes the
spoon from my hand, and spoons out the smallest amount of sauce, and offers it
to me to taste.  I blow on it a little, then taste.
    “Oh, yeah, we’re ready.”  Just as our eyes lock on each other, Adam steps
in and clears his throat.
    “I don’t mean to interrupt, but I need the salt and pepper.”  He walks
past us, gathers the shakers, and returns to the deck.
    The three of us start dishing the food into serving bowls and dishes. 
Evan drains the pasta.  Adam is slicing the garlic bread, and I’m dishing out
the meatballs.  We bring the food to the deck and Evan insists I sit.  He pulls
out a chair for me and I have a beautiful view of the ocean.
    The boys excuse themselves to get our drinks and the Alfredo sauce.  When
they return, Evan sits to my right and Adam sits to my left.  We each start
helping ourselves and passing the food around the table.  There’s more than
enough for everyone, and the boys sure like to eat.  I don’t think they could
fit one iota more on their plates.  The grated cheese is passed around last and
we all dig in.  My nerves are gone, now I’m just hungry.
    As we eat, I try to find out a little more about Adam.  Besides being
Evan’s friend, I really don’t know anything about him.  “So Adam, I understand
you work with Evan.  What do you do?”
    The boys exchange glances before Adam answers.  “I’m mostly in the office
taking care of scheduling, appearances, and payroll.”  Adam looks over to Evan
for his consent, I think. 
    I try to delve a little deeper.  I’m still not sure how I feel about
Adam.  He seems to be making an honest effort with me tonight.  “That sounds
interesting.  Is it hard to manage football players?”
    “Well, Jette, some of the players can really be a handful.  They like to
live life in the fast lane and leave a mess for other people to clean up.  I
guess that’s where I come in.”  Evan is shifting nervously in his seat.
    “I think it’s great that you both came out here together to work for the Sentinels. 
When do you start work, Adam?”
    “It feels like I never stopped working really.”  Adam takes a break for
another forkful of fettuccine.  “Do you follow football, Jette?” 
    “No, not really.  I don’t have any brothers and my father first took off
when I was really little.  No testosterone in my house growing up.  I hung out
with the soccer players in high school, football really wasn’t my thing. 
Sorry.”
    “Would you like to meet one of the players?”  When Adam asks, Evan coughs
a little on his food and takes a big swig of his beer.
    “I don’t think so.  I

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