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“Lily’s pregnant?” he mutters.
I stare at him, watching his forehead crease in confusion.
Oh fuck.
“I’ve got to go,” he says, fighting to control his tone.
He turns on his heel and stalks out.I trudge back down to my room, taking my time, because I’m not looking forward to telling Katie about my fuck up. She’s going to kill me, because Lily will probably kill her.
She’s waiting for me by the door. She smiles as she takes hold of my hand and pulls me inside.
“Where’s Lily?” I ask. “And Darcy?”
“Julian came back and wanted to speak with Lily. He said Alberto has been arrested?”
I nod. “That’s great, right?” She frowns at me. “Why don’t you look happier?”
I sit down. “Because I fucked up,” I say flatly.
“How?” she asks.
I tell her everything.
“Ouch,” she says, laughing after I finish relaying the events of the evening.
“Yes.” I nod. “Let’s just hope the charges stick.”
“Seriously?” she groans, biting back a smile. “You and your corny jokes.
“If that impressed you, then you should hear my pickup lines,” I grin.
“As you can tell, I’m dying to hear this,” she mutters, laying on the sarcasm.
I wink at her. “Would you like to sit on my face, so I can eat my way to your heart?”
She bursts out laughing.
“What? It worked.” I pretend to be hurt as I defend myself.
“I’m sure it had nothing to do with the fact that you’re a young, sexy guy with a killer body that girls would be falling over themselves for anyway,” she assures me.
I smile and raise my eyebrows.
“Now I’m sexy, huh?” I glance down at my chest. “Killer body?”
“I didn’t mean … I just …”
She grunts as I laugh, then I pull her closer to me and wrap my arms around her waist.
“So, Katie Harris, want to let me make your dreams come true and let me take you out somewhere?” I ask, kissing her on the mouth. “You free tonight?
“Sure.” She grins. “I guess I can stay an extra night.”
She smiles as I kiss her again.
“How can I refuse an offer like that?”Chapter NineteenKatieIt’s Sunday night, my last night in Vegas, before I catch a flight home early tomorrow morning. It gets me back before my afternoon classes and the exam which I haven’t studied for. It’s been such a big few days that I feel like I need a vacation. Adam reaches across the table for my hand, entwining his fingers in mine. I look up at him and smile.
“You’re obviously loving my company.” He raises his eyebrows at me. “I’ve spoken to you about a dozen times and no response. Everything okay?”
I nod and smile.
“For some reason, I don’t quite believe that smile is genuine,” he teases.
“It is,” I assure him. “I’m having fun …”
“But?”
“The idea of going home …” I laugh, not even sure what I’m trying to get at. “I don’t know. I guess I’m not looking forward to getting back to my life as much as I thought I would be.”
“There’s an easy fix to that. We’ll stay a few more days,” he suggests with a grin.
“As much as I really want to say yes, work and school …” I say, wincing. “Even one extra day is pushing it. I have an exam tomorrow afternoon,” I admit.
“Then maybe you should’ve stayed home and studied?” he murmurs.
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“Does cleaning crime scenes really help you?”
“Sure, it does,” I say with a grin. It fits perfectly with what I want to do.”
“So, forensics, huh?” he murmurs. “Nice.”
I wait for the backhanded comment that usually follows, but it doesn’t come.
“What, no sarcastic retort?” I tease.
“Not all my comments are filled with sarcasm,” he protests. Then his eyes sparkle. “But, if forensics fails, you’ll always have a career to fall back on. I hear songwriting pays well…”
“Oh, shut up,” I growl.
“What? Hey, don’t be embarrassed.” He lets out a low whistle. “You’ve got some real talent there. Some of those lyrics brought a tear to my eyes. I was laughing at the time, but it’s still an accomplishment, right?”
“You’re such an idiot,” I say, laughing.
“Maybe. But it’s true. That performance opened many doors for you. And not just the sexual ones. Although … how do you feel about Alabama Hot Pocket?”
“I don’t even know what that is.”
I just know I’m going to regret admitting that.
“It’s the art of allowing a guy to shit in your vagina, then having sex with him.”
“That’s a thing?” I blurt out before I can stop myself. “And why would you tell me this just after I’ve eaten dinner? Actually, why would you tell me that at all?”
“Yeah, it’s a thing, but don’t worry, I’m not about to proposition you.” He chuckles. “The last time I did that, they banned me.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure they’d draw the line at that.” I giggle.
Adam laughs. He looks around and then leans closer to me.
