AlexaRather than get a steak the size of my head, I ordered grilled fish and steamed vegetables. Adam declared that he couldn’t come all the way to Texas and not get some proper beef, so he ordered the Porterhouse.
“Have you gone off steak and that for good?”
“No. I just try to limit how much beef I eat. Steakhouses always give you these huge cuts of meat—twelve and sixteen ounces or more. And the leftovers are never as good.”
“Aha. You’re not a…what do they call it…a pescetarian then?”
“No. I can’t cut out whole food groups. The minute I tell myself no, I start to obsess.”
“I can see that about you. You have a rebellious nature.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“It’s a challenge.” Adam’s eyes darkened with intensity. “I enjoy taking on challenges.”
He locked in on me resolutely as he did
