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“I didn’t know you wrote a book,” I reply, staring at him over my margarita glass.
“Two,” he replies.
“What are they about?” My interest is piqued. I guess I’ve had Adam pegged as his father’s son for so long I forgot to wonder what he actually does on his own. Somehow on my Google search, I got so distracted by his family that I missed his personal accomplishments.
“They’re devotional,” he replies, brushing it off like I wouldn’t care, but Mary quickly cuts him off.
“Oh, they’re so much more than that. I gave your first book,Prodigal, to my son when he came home from Afghanistan. It saved his life.”
Aside from the tumbling of clothes in the dryers behind us, the room is silent as we all stare at either Adam or Mary. It’s like seeing a whole new side of him, kind and warm and humble. Suddenly, I realize there’s probably a lot about Adam Goode I don’t understand.
With grace, he nods at Mary as he says, “Please thank your son for his service. And thank you for sharing that with me. I’m glad it could help.”
I glance at her, seeing the tears welling in her eyes as she smiles warmly back at him. Mary is always smiling. She’s like a warm glowing light wherever she goes, but to see her react to Adam in this way, as ifheis the one emitting light…makes me feel strange inside.
The room is bathed in quiet tension for another moment before Adam clears his throat. “So, what book are you discussing tonight?”
Sylvia hands him the worn paperback, and he looks it over with interest.
“It’s about a baron who is kidnapped as a boy and raised by pirates. When he returns home as a man, he has to marry the woman he was betrothed to, but they hate each other,” Sylvia explains. Adam looks mildly interested as he reads the back of the book.
“But what we can’t understand iswhythe rake hated the baroness so much,” Mary adds.
Gladys grabs a handful of chips and drops them on her plate. “He didn’talwaysact like he hated her,” she says with a laugh.
“Maybe you can help us understand,” I say, glancing playfully at him. “Why would a man hate a woman he’s so attracted to?”
Adam’s forehead wrinkles. Then he glances down at the book, looking deep in thought for a moment.
“Maybe he doesn’t understand her. I mean…they grew up in different worlds, right? And it seems that everything in his life is out of his control, even the woman he’s supposed to marry. So, the only thing he can control is how he reacts to the situation.”
He glances up at the ladies around the table, and I notice the way he won’t look at me as he continues.
“So I imagine he was pretty frustrated to find that the woman he was forced to marry was someone…he alsowantedto marry. I’m sure it felt as if he had no power in his own life. And the only person he could take that out on…was her.”
Finally, his gaze falls my way and our eyes lock for a brief moment before I turn my eyes downward.
“So, he never hated her at all. Not really,” Mary says wistfully.
“I don’t know. I didn’t read it, but I’m willing to bet he didn’t,” Adam replies.
“Men are always shit at expressing themselves,” Gladys says, and I can’t help but laugh. Next to me, Adam chuckles too.
“I agree,” he says, taking a bite of the potato skin from his plate. He seems deep in thought for a moment, and when he reaches for a drink, I hand him my margarita. He takes a swig and winces from the strength of it. Then takes another drink.
I glance around the table, and the women seem enamored by him. Even Gladys is smirking. For once, I can feel what it’s like to have a boyfriend people actuallylike.
But then the guilt creeps in because Adam isnotmy boyfriend. Lying is so much worse when it runs this deep. It’s not our words that lie, but our actions. And it feels wrong.
“All right,” Adam says, passing my drink back to me with a smirk. “Now tell me about this garden scene.”
Immediately, Sylvia launches into a very descriptive retelling of her favorite scene in the book.
Twenty
Adam
It’s nearly ten at night when we’ve finally cleaned up the leftover food from the card table. I help Gladys place it in the storage closet in the back, along with the chairs.
