Adam helped me to my feet. His grip was strong and sure, his palm warm in mine, and he held onto my hand a moment longer than he needed to. “Only when I’m flirting with someone. Nice meeting you, Johnny. You come here a lot?”
“This is sort of my first day on the job,” I admitted, pulling a rumpled piece of paper from my back pocket to show him my schedule.
He scribbled a phone number at the bottom of the page. “Call me or I’ll come looking for you.” With a grin, he added, “I know where you work.”
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