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of the Earth, I said, "Seriously, Adam. You were definitely the best drunken sex I've ever had." Might as well air all the dirty laundry. "Probably the best sex, period," I admitted reluctantly.
He raised an eyebrow, and the corner of his mouth quirked up. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Now don't go getting all cocky on me. I was drunk too, remember? My perspective on the situation could be completely skewed."
We looked at each other for another awkward moment.
"This is a little awkward," Adam said finally.
With relief, I agreed , "yes, it is."
"I think we should start over. Hi, I'm Adam Branigan. I live over your grandma's garage. I'm the new principal at the elementary school, and I definitely have not slept with you." He held out his hand to me.
I smiled my first genuine smile of the evening and shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you , Adam. I'm Brooke Mills. I work at the hair salon, and I definitely did not leave my panties under your pillow."
Adam chuckled and released my hand. He motioned for me to walk ahead of him and put his hand on the small of my back to guide me out of the hallway. Poppy was watching me with uncontained interest as we approached where she sat at the bar.
"Well, Poppy, it was nice to meet you," Adam said. He waved to Ford at the other end of the bar. "I have to be getting home. I hope to see you ladies again soon."
"Did you walk here, Adam?" Poppy asked.
"Yeah, it's not far and the weather won't be this nice for much longer. I’ve got to enjoy it while I can."
"Brooke, you should give Adam a ride home," she suggested. "Since you two live so close."
I gave Poppy a what the hell look, but she just smiled back at me sweetly. "But don't you want me to hang out here until Ford is off work?"
"Nope."
So much for her idea for me to give up men. She was practically delivering me to Adam's door with a big bow on my head.
" Okaaay," I said.
Adam followed me to my car and slid into the passenger seat. My little two seater didn't fit his tall frame very well, but he didn't complain like Chet would have. Thankfully it was a short drive, because some of the awkwardness had returned.
Gram's convertible was already in the garage when I pulled in, and she stu ck her head out the back door when we got out.
"I just pulled a fresh batch of cookies out of the oven. Come and get some ," she called.
Gram was a good cook and baker, but she didn't do it much anymore unless there was a reason. Like the church bake sale. Which was over. So, why was she baking cookies on a Saturday night?
Adam hesitated, but I waved him on. "You better come too. I can't eat a whole batch of cookies by myself. Well, I could. But I shouldn't." I ran my hands over my hips. Adam's eyes followed the movement, and when he raised them to mine I saw they were heated. Uh oh. I should have just let him go on up to his apartment.
Gram held the door open as we passed. "Oh, I see you two have met."
Adam and I exchanged a glance. "Yeah, we've met." Hopefully Gram didn't notice the silent tension that hung in the air.
"Sit down and have some cookies. Milk anyone?" Gram asked, pulling a gallon of milk from the fridge. She was talking quickly as she bustled around the kitchen, and something definitely seemed off.
"Gram, are you okay?" I asked.
"Of course I'm okay, Brooke."
"All right. You just seem kind of nervous...or something." I took a bite of a warm chocolate chip cookie and closed my eyes. Pure heaven. When I opened my eyes, Adam was looking at me with the same heated look in his eyes. I licked the crumbs off my bottom lip, and his eyes dropped to my mouth, following the path my tongue traced.
"What would I have to be nervous about? Although there is something I wanted to talk to you about."
Uh huh. I knew it. I wrenched my eyes from Adam's and turned to Gram.
"Okay, Gram. Spill."
With her back to me, Gram poured three glasses of
He raised an eyebrow, and the corner of his mouth quirked up. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Now don't go getting all cocky on me. I was drunk too, remember? My perspective on the situation could be completely skewed."
We looked at each other for another awkward moment.
"This is a little awkward," Adam said finally.
With relief, I agreed , "yes, it is."
"I think we should start over. Hi, I'm Adam Branigan. I live over your grandma's garage. I'm the new principal at the elementary school, and I definitely have not slept with you." He held out his hand to me.
I smiled my first genuine smile of the evening and shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you , Adam. I'm Brooke Mills. I work at the hair salon, and I definitely did not leave my panties under your pillow."
Adam chuckled and released my hand. He motioned for me to walk ahead of him and put his hand on the small of my back to guide me out of the hallway. Poppy was watching me with uncontained interest as we approached where she sat at the bar.
"Well, Poppy, it was nice to meet you," Adam said. He waved to Ford at the other end of the bar. "I have to be getting home. I hope to see you ladies again soon."
"Did you walk here, Adam?" Poppy asked.
"Yeah, it's not far and the weather won't be this nice for much longer. I’ve got to enjoy it while I can."
"Brooke, you should give Adam a ride home," she suggested. "Since you two live so close."
I gave Poppy a what the hell look, but she just smiled back at me sweetly. "But don't you want me to hang out here until Ford is off work?"
"Nope."
So much for her idea for me to give up men. She was practically delivering me to Adam's door with a big bow on my head.
" Okaaay," I said.
Adam followed me to my car and slid into the passenger seat. My little two seater didn't fit his tall frame very well, but he didn't complain like Chet would have. Thankfully it was a short drive, because some of the awkwardness had returned.
Gram's convertible was already in the garage when I pulled in, and she stu ck her head out the back door when we got out.
"I just pulled a fresh batch of cookies out of the oven. Come and get some ," she called.
Gram was a good cook and baker, but she didn't do it much anymore unless there was a reason. Like the church bake sale. Which was over. So, why was she baking cookies on a Saturday night?
Adam hesitated, but I waved him on. "You better come too. I can't eat a whole batch of cookies by myself. Well, I could. But I shouldn't." I ran my hands over my hips. Adam's eyes followed the movement, and when he raised them to mine I saw they were heated. Uh oh. I should have just let him go on up to his apartment.
Gram held the door open as we passed. "Oh, I see you two have met."
Adam and I exchanged a glance. "Yeah, we've met." Hopefully Gram didn't notice the silent tension that hung in the air.
"Sit down and have some cookies. Milk anyone?" Gram asked, pulling a gallon of milk from the fridge. She was talking quickly as she bustled around the kitchen, and something definitely seemed off.
"Gram, are you okay?" I asked.
"Of course I'm okay, Brooke."
"All right. You just seem kind of nervous...or something." I took a bite of a warm chocolate chip cookie and closed my eyes. Pure heaven. When I opened my eyes, Adam was looking at me with the same heated look in his eyes. I licked the crumbs off my bottom lip, and his eyes dropped to my mouth, following the path my tongue traced.
"What would I have to be nervous about? Although there is something I wanted to talk to you about."
Uh huh. I knew it. I wrenched my eyes from Adam's and turned to Gram.
"Okay, Gram. Spill."
With her back to me, Gram poured three glasses of
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