Page 30 of Stuck with my Boss Daddies

“I got her,” Adam said, firm and unflinching.

Kai looked between us, then nodded.

Samuel was watching me like I was made of glass and might shatter again at any second. “You sure?”

Adam didn’t look away from me as he said, “Yeah. Just… keep things running.”

Samuel gave me one last look before turning back toward the kitchen, muttering something under his breath that I couldn’t quite catch.

Kai lingered a moment longer. “Take your time,” he said, his voice low. “We’ve got this.”

“Sadie,” Adam said again, softer this time.

I forced myself to look at him.

He was frowning, his eyes scanning my face like he knew… like he saw something I hadn’t meant to show.

“I…” My voice cracked. I swallowed hard, forcing out a tight, “I’m fine.”

But my hands still trembled as I bent to pick up the shattered pieces.

Adam crouched down beside me before I could reach for the broken glass. His warm hand closed over mine, stopping me.

“Don’t,” he murmured, his voice gentle in a way that had my breath hitching. “You’ll cut yourself.”

I stared at his hand over mine, at the way his thumb brushed absently against my knuckles, grounding me.

My pulse was still racing, the memory of the crash lingering at the edges of my mind, threatening to pull me back under.

“I can handle it,” I said, but even I could hear the tremor in my voice.

Adam didn’t argue. He just held my gaze for a long moment, flames flickering in his dark eyes before he finally spoke. “I know you can. But you don’t have to.”

The words settled deep in my chest, unexpected and disarming.

He gave my fingers a small squeeze before letting go, shifting to stand. “Go take a minute. I’ll handle this.”

I hesitated, remembering the stares from the customers. The last thing I wanted was to make a scene.

“Adam—”

“Sadie.” His voice was firm but not unkind. “Go.”

His expression left no room for argument.

So I moved.

“Oh my god!”Awoman, clearly mortified, approached me, her eyes locked on mine. “I am so sorry! Biscuit, is a menace.”

Biscuit promptly ignored her, still wagging his tail like he’d won the lottery.

I stared at her, momentarily struck dumb. She was gorgeous. Like, movie-star-level beautiful.

“Are you okay?” she asked, flustered, trying to herd Biscuit toward her. “God, I am so embarrassed. He’s usually so good! I mean, not good, but like… less chaotic?”

I blinked. “Uh… yeah. I’m fine. Just wet. I’m going to… you know, dry off…”

Biscuit barked happily, as if proud of his handiwork.

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