Page 44 of Freedom's Kiss
Chapter 19
“I could really go for some frozen yogurt right about now.”
Adam stared across the table at his brother’s relaxed frame. “You just inhaled a large pizza all by yourself. How could you possibly still be hungry?”
Trent chuckled. “I didn’t say I was hungry. I said I wanted frozen yogurt. There’s always room for desert, man.”
“Whatever you say.” He checked his watch. “It’s getting late, and I’m beat. We had a big crowd tonight, and I think I’ve finally wound down enough to get some sleep.” He slid out of the booth. “Thanks for meeting me for a late dinner.”
Trent stood and clapped Adam on the back. “No problem, but you can’t head out yet. I’ve got something for you.”
“For me?” He wasn’t sure if he was more curious or suspicious.
“Yeah, and the frozen yogurt place is right next door. I’ll grab your gift from the truck and meet you over there.”
Adam sighed. “Fine.” He left a tip on the table and followed Trent out the door. While his brother rummaged around the cab of his truck, Adam passed a cell phone store along the sidewalk of the strip mall and then pushed open the glass door to the frozen yogurt place. He walked up to the line of stainless-steel dispensers and perused the options. He really wasn’t hungry, so why did the Lemon Zang sound so tempting?
“Look who it is.”
Adam turned, surprised to see Summer, Olivia, and another woman he’d never met sitting around a small round table, cartons of cold treats in front of them. Tucking his hands in his front pockets, he walked over to them.
Summer stood and gave him a hug. “Where’s my husband?”
“Getting something from the truck.” He leaned back. “Why do I get the feeling you aren’t surprised to see us at all?”
“Must be your untrusting lawyer nature.”
“Must be.”
She leaned over and snagged two chairs from another table, dragging them over. “Join us.”
To make sure the invitation wasn’t presumptuous, Adam looked to Olivia and the other woman, who was dressed in scrubs and had her chestnut-colored hair pulled back in a ponytail. He didn’t want to insert himself into some type of girl time.
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Sit, Adam.” She used her spoon filled with chocolate yogurt to point to the friend at her side. “This is Lily. Lily, Adam.”
Adam extended his hand across the table, and Lily met him halfway, glancing back at Olivia. “You never told me he was so yummy.”
“Food is yummy, Lil, not people.”
Lily eyed him. “I beg to differ.”
Heat crept up Adam’s neck.
Summer leaned over conspiratorially toward Lily. “All the Carrington boys are delicious. Just wait until you meet my husband.”
Interest flashed behind her plastic-rimmed glasses. “And the relationship status of said other brothers…”
Summer glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, a devilish look on her face. “Adam’s single.”
Lily’s eyes widened to owl proportions, and he felt like a mouse scurrying to find a place to hide. “Really?”
“I’m not…” He cleared his throat as words lodged there. “I’m not on the market.”
“Hmm…” The humming sounded like a cat purring. He didn’t know why, but he shot a look to Olivia, hoping she’d get the message toplease help.
Olivia laid her hand on Lily’s arm. “Down, girl.” She looked at him apologetically. “She doesn’t get out of the lab much. Talks to test tubes all day. Give her a few minutes, and she’ll remember how to interact with people.”
Lily flicked her long ponytail over her shoulder and offered him a sheepish grin. “Yeah, sorry. I really haven’t been outside those four walls in…well, it feels like years. And Dr. Fitzsimmons isn’t exactly easy on the eyes or the conversationalist. I’m going to plead momentary insanity—although I still maintain my position on your yumminess—and beg your forgiveness if my actions made you feel like you were a side of prime steak at a meat market.”
