What difference does it really make? I asked myself with a mental sigh. It’s not as if your soulmate is going to come waltzing through those doors.
Which was depressing but probably true. I couldn’t really accuse Adam of c**k-blocking when there probably wouldn’t be any c***s to block.
I drank some of my wine, and Adam took a swallow of his beer. Right then it was early enough that they were just playing canned music; the band wasn’t supposed to start until eight-thirty. I could see some of their roadies finishing up with running wires and that sort of thing, so it probably wouldn’t be too long before they got started.
Sydney’s eyes roved over the crowd, obviously taking stock of the cute-guy quotient, and I wondered how serious she really was about being with Anthony. That was kind of
