It wasn’t a cramp. It was a quick, searing pain that spread downward. But he couldn’t tell her the truth. The last thing he wanted was sympathy, or worse, pity.
He couldn’t stand to have her feel sorry for him. This was not what he wanted the afternoon to be like. “After you.” Melinda stepped out the door. In the distance, thunder rumbled. “We should probably hurry.” He wanted to massage his knee again, but that would draw too much attention to something he wanted to avoid at all cost.
Adam ignored the pain and strode over to the table. With a flick of his hand, the plans rolled out. “Mel...”
Melinda pointed to the drawing. “So, tell me, how is this going to look?” She glanced around the patio and back to the paper.
Adam leaned in and ran his hand over the plans. He tapped a couple of
