Chapter 25

“Tempting, but I’m sure I’m still drunk.”

“What’s one more?” Ian mused as he took Adam’s hand, rubbing his knuckles.

That touch alone made Adam’s knees weak, and he hated himself for it. Why couldn’t he breathe when they were this close? Adam opened his mouth to argue only for the opening elevator doors to interrupt him.

“Just one. In honor of the tux, if nothing else.” Ian stepped off and extended his hand.

Adam took a tentative step forward and accepted the gesture, following him through the hallway to the dim lit living room. Not a single soul in sight. Ian released his hand as he headed over to the bar. Adam drew in the scene from the entryway as Ian hit a light switch. The electric fireplace roared to life, casting a seductive glow over the apartment.

“Vodka, all right?”

“Yes,” Adam replied, though hesitantly.