chance he hates me. In any case, he definitely knows who I am.
“You!” he says, wheeling closer to me.
I blink innocently. “Uh, hi. Adam, right?”
“What are you doing here, Psychic Girl?” he hisses in my direction. I see that underneath the stubble on his chin, he now has that sexy scar along his jawline. “Come to finish me off?”
I grip my coffee cup. “No. I, um …”
Adam is glaring at me, waiting for an answer, an explanation of some sort. I don’t blame him. I told him something awful was going to happen if he rode his bike, then something awful happened.
“I’m not really psychic,” I say lamely.
“Oh, really?”
“But it’s not my fault that taxi hit you,” I insist. “I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
“You know, this is permanent ,” Adam says, waving at his legs. “It’s not, like, a broken leg. I’m in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. I’m not going to walk again. Ever.”
“I’m sorry,” I say quietly.
“Why are you apologizing?” he retorts. “I thought it wasn’t your fault .”
“It wasn’t,” I say. “But I’m still … sorry.”
“I don’t need your pity, thanks,” Adam says. He takes his coffee cup and places it on the table in front of me. “Don’t take this to mean I’m joining you. I just don’t want my legs to get scalded. Nice dye job, by the way.”
I touch my hair self-consciously then take a sip of my coffee, more to have something to do with my hands than anything else. Adam is continuing to glare at me, and it’s pretty uncomfortable. I’m worried he’s going to try to have me arrested.
“I actually tried to look for you, you know,” he says. “After I got out of the hospital. I wanted to figure out what the hell happened that day. But I didn’t have much to go on, aside from the name Tina. That probably isn’t even your real name, is it?”
“It’s Beth, actually,” I say.
“Really? Is that the fake name you’re going by now?”
“It’s my real name!”
“Yeah, well, how about showing me some ID, Beth ?”
Okay, he’s got me there. He rolls his eyes to demonstrate how unsurprised he is that I’m unable to produce any kind of identification.
“Let me make it up to you,” I say.
He leans across the table, staring at me with his nice brown eyes. It’s the man I love, but fourteen years younger. He’s very sexy, actually. Maybe I really can get young Claudia to fall for him. “You’re going to make it up to me?” he growls. “I’m paralyzed for life. What are you going to do? Buy me flowers?”
He’s got a point.
“A girl,” I say in a hoarse voice. “I’ll set you up with a girl.”
Adam’s brow furrows for a minute. Finally, he laughs. It’s not exactly a happy laugh, but it’s still a bit of a relief after how angry he was a minute ago. “Yeah, sorry, not interested.”
“She’s really amazing,” I say. “She’s twenty-two years old, really beautiful, smart, funny, nice …”
I’m probably laying it on too thick, especially since Claudia isn’t exactly all those things. Well, she’s twenty-two. And she’s very attractive. The rest … not so much.
“Wow, sounds great,” Adam says, an edge of sarcasm in his voice.
“I think you’d really like her,” I say.
Adam shakes his head at me. “Sorry, I just don’t do that whole … blind date thing.”
He reaches for his cup of coffee and I start to panic. He’s going to leave before I convince him to go out with Claudia. This is bad.
“You’re not seeing anyone though, right?” I say.
Adam narrows his eyes at me. “No …”
“So … don’t you want to get back on the horse? Start dating again?”
“That’s pretty insulting,” Adam says. “You’re just assuming I haven’t dated any girls since I got hurt.”
I look him in the eyes. “Well, have you?” I know he hasn’t.
“Right,” he grumbles. “I forgot you’re psychic. Fine. No girls.”
“I’m not psychic, actually.”
Adam rolls his
“You!” he says, wheeling closer to me.
I blink innocently. “Uh, hi. Adam, right?”
“What are you doing here, Psychic Girl?” he hisses in my direction. I see that underneath the stubble on his chin, he now has that sexy scar along his jawline. “Come to finish me off?”
I grip my coffee cup. “No. I, um …”
Adam is glaring at me, waiting for an answer, an explanation of some sort. I don’t blame him. I told him something awful was going to happen if he rode his bike, then something awful happened.
“I’m not really psychic,” I say lamely.
“Oh, really?”
“But it’s not my fault that taxi hit you,” I insist. “I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
“You know, this is permanent ,” Adam says, waving at his legs. “It’s not, like, a broken leg. I’m in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. I’m not going to walk again. Ever.”
“I’m sorry,” I say quietly.
“Why are you apologizing?” he retorts. “I thought it wasn’t your fault .”
“It wasn’t,” I say. “But I’m still … sorry.”
“I don’t need your pity, thanks,” Adam says. He takes his coffee cup and places it on the table in front of me. “Don’t take this to mean I’m joining you. I just don’t want my legs to get scalded. Nice dye job, by the way.”
I touch my hair self-consciously then take a sip of my coffee, more to have something to do with my hands than anything else. Adam is continuing to glare at me, and it’s pretty uncomfortable. I’m worried he’s going to try to have me arrested.
“I actually tried to look for you, you know,” he says. “After I got out of the hospital. I wanted to figure out what the hell happened that day. But I didn’t have much to go on, aside from the name Tina. That probably isn’t even your real name, is it?”
“It’s Beth, actually,” I say.
“Really? Is that the fake name you’re going by now?”
“It’s my real name!”
“Yeah, well, how about showing me some ID, Beth ?”
Okay, he’s got me there. He rolls his eyes to demonstrate how unsurprised he is that I’m unable to produce any kind of identification.
“Let me make it up to you,” I say.
He leans across the table, staring at me with his nice brown eyes. It’s the man I love, but fourteen years younger. He’s very sexy, actually. Maybe I really can get young Claudia to fall for him. “You’re going to make it up to me?” he growls. “I’m paralyzed for life. What are you going to do? Buy me flowers?”
He’s got a point.
“A girl,” I say in a hoarse voice. “I’ll set you up with a girl.”
Adam’s brow furrows for a minute. Finally, he laughs. It’s not exactly a happy laugh, but it’s still a bit of a relief after how angry he was a minute ago. “Yeah, sorry, not interested.”
“She’s really amazing,” I say. “She’s twenty-two years old, really beautiful, smart, funny, nice …”
I’m probably laying it on too thick, especially since Claudia isn’t exactly all those things. Well, she’s twenty-two. And she’s very attractive. The rest … not so much.
“Wow, sounds great,” Adam says, an edge of sarcasm in his voice.
“I think you’d really like her,” I say.
Adam shakes his head at me. “Sorry, I just don’t do that whole … blind date thing.”
He reaches for his cup of coffee and I start to panic. He’s going to leave before I convince him to go out with Claudia. This is bad.
“You’re not seeing anyone though, right?” I say.
Adam narrows his eyes at me. “No …”
“So … don’t you want to get back on the horse? Start dating again?”
“That’s pretty insulting,” Adam says. “You’re just assuming I haven’t dated any girls since I got hurt.”
I look him in the eyes. “Well, have you?” I know he hasn’t.
“Right,” he grumbles. “I forgot you’re psychic. Fine. No girls.”
“I’m not psychic, actually.”
Adam rolls his
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