Chapter 43

I hated the pout I heard in my own voice. “You’re mad at me.”

“I’m mad at your boss,” Adam pointed out. “Don’t tell me they have you down for Saturday too.”

“Can we go out then?” I asked, hoping I didn’t sound too eager. “I work ‘til five but we can do something after that. What do you think?”

Adam drawled, “I don’t know. If you stand me up again…”

“I won’t,” I said, relieved. “I can come Saturday—”

“You better come,” Adam laughed. Even on the phone, I blushed at his suggestive tone. “I’ll be disappointed if you don’t.”

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