My leg bounced nervously as I squeezed a wedge of lime into my Tito’s and soda. Terminally punctual, Adam should arrive in a few minutes.
I looked over to the vase of black beauty roses sitting on my end table, looking darker in the shaded, early evening light of my living room. I reached over to the other table and clicked on the lamp.
When I called to thank him after the latest flower delivery, I moderated my tone, reserving my outrage for our discussion in person. I wanted to be able to read him when I asked about what he’d told Taryn. If he detected strain in y voice, he didn’t let on.
The staccato of his knock on the door sent my heart racing, but I stilled my leg and stood up.
Flipping open the door, Adam’s perfect smile highlighted his face, which was shadowed by the roof overha
