Page 36 of Reluctantly Married

“We’re friends.” The words slipped out before she could think about them, but the look on Adam’s face made her sink into her chair.

Doctor Lemon pursed her lips. “Surely you’ll admit to being closer thanjust friends.”

Megan cleared her throat, trying to buy time. What was she to say to that? Of course they were more than friends, if she were being honest with herself. But what should she call their relationship? There was no easy box to put it in. And it was none ofherbusiness anyway. “Yes, of course. I meant that I see Adam as a friend now, whereas before, I wouldn’t have trusted him with a bag of Jelly Bellies.”

He frowned, and the fake doctor appeared to be trying not to smile. “I do think you’ve come a long way. However, I think the two of you are hiding something. Is it true that Adam took you to meet his father on Easter Sunday?”

All color left Adam’s face, and his jaw muscles flexed.

Doctor Lemon continued. “And is it also true that Adam was seen leaving your apartment Tuesday morning?” Her eyebrows wiggled in a suggestive manner.

Megan’s hands shook, and she glared at Little Ms. Fake Pants. “Like I said, Adam has never been anything but a gentleman.”

“So, you don’t deny it?”

All Megan could think about was punching the woman in the face. Adam spoke up. “I assure you, Doctor Lemon, our relationship is still in the beginning stages. We’re getting to know one another, and I admit it’s all thanks to you.”

The good doctor turned her wicked smile on him. “Would you say your relationship has grown beyond friendship?”

Adam swallowed, glancing at Megan. “Yes.”

“And would you admit to your fans that you would like to pursue a deeper connection?”

He paused. Megan didn’t realize she was holding her breath until her lungs began to burn. Adam slowly nodded. “Yes.”

“One last question.” When had they lost control of the interview? “Are there going to be wedding bells in the future?”

Megan’s mouth dropped open, and she had to sit on her hands to keep from ripping the woman’s wig off her pointy little head. Adam shrugged and flashed his cool smile at the camera. “I guess our fans will have to watch to see.”

After the show, Megan stormed into Leon’s office. “Are you following me? Watching my apartment?”

Leon sat at his computer, his fingers making a clickity noise as they flew across the keyboard. “Mmm?” he asked, without turning to look at her.

Anger pulsed through her. She clenched her hands into tight fists. “Are. You. Following. Me?”

He looked up. “No. Your fans see you two. They talk. It’s all on the website. There’s quite a discussion going on about when Adam is going to pop the question.”

“What?” Adam’s deep voice sounded behind her, and she whirled around.

Leon frowned. “Don’t you go on the website?”

“Yes. I print off all the comments each week.” Adam folded his arms.

“No, not the comments, the forum.” He clicked a few times, and they were staring at the Adam Warner and Megan Holloway forum. The most active thread was labeled, “Will there be a wedding?”

Megan’s heart pounded in her chest. “What are you doing? You’re encouraging these rumors, aren’t you? I wouldn’t be surprised to learn you started them.”

A guilty look flashed across Leon’s face and vanished just as quickly. “It’s gaining viewers.”

Her cheeks heated. “I am only going to say this once. I am not marrying Adam. I wouldn’t marry him if I were dying and he was the only cure!”

“Hey!” Adam said, frowning.

She touched his arm. “No offense.”

“How can I not take offense at that?”

A movement caught Megan’s eye, and she turned to see Dale with his camera pointed at them. She let out a guttural yell and slapped her hand over the lens, shoving it back. “I can’t believe you people!”

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