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Chloe
“Why don’t we go out for brunch?” I asked Adam and instantly wanted to take my words back.
This whole situation between us was awkward.
We’d had sex five times since we got back to the apartment, but I didn’t want him to think me clingy or desperate. After all, he’d never made me any promises and he had been specific about not wanting a relationship with me.
I felt jumpy and expected him to tell me that he had to go home. My suggestion of having brunch was an attempt to prolong our time together.
“All right. You know a good place?” Adam asked.
I lit up in a smile. “Uh-huh. There’s one right around the corner.”
He swung his arm to the door and said, “Lead the way.”
“Okay, give me a minute,” I said and found my sunglasses and a cute knitted hat.
“What is it with you and those stupid sunglasses?” Adam teased. “People will still recognize you. You’re not Superman, who can hide his identity by changing clothes and wearing a pair of glasses.”
“I know. But the hat and glasses do help, trust me.”
“Right, because the massive man following you around for security blends in so easily.”
“Let’s just go,” she said. “I’ll tell Tony to give us a bit of space.” The large black man who sat guard outside her apartment stood up the moment we exited the apartment.
“We’re just going out for brunch,” Chloe informed him, and with a sharp nod he followed us to a diner called Lucia’s Corner. We got a booth that offered a bit of privacy, while Tony sat at a different table.
“I think I’m a little hung over,” I said and gulped down the glass of water in front of me.
“No wonder. Why did you think drinking whiskey with Scots was a good idea?” Adam chastised me. “You know they get whiskey in their baby bottles, right? They’re practically immune to the influence of alcohol.”
I took off my hat and sunglasses and used my fingers to brush my hair back, thinking I probably looked awful with only a few hours of sleep and a massive headache.
“I liked them. They were funny.”
“Good. Because it sounded to me like you’re about to become family.”
“What do you mean?”
“Logan is planning to marry Faith.”
I narrowed my eyes. “They’ve just become a couple; there’s a long way to getting married.”
“I don’t know. Andrew made it sound like it was a done deal.”
“What did he say?”
“Well, to be honest he was babbling about wanting to claim you and that he would do right by you just like Logan would do right by Faith.”
“Do right by me as in Andrew wanted to marry me?”
“I guess so. I didn’t take the part about you seriously, since he’d only just met you. But from the way Logan and Faith stayed together like glue yesterday, I would say Logan looked ready to sign the papers.”
“She would have told me if he’d proposed.” Even as I said it, I felt doubt. Faith and I… It was complicated, and I did have a feeling yesterday that she had something on her mind, but was waiting for the right time to tell me.
I picked up my water again, my gaze on the table and my thoughts far away.
