“What did you just do?” Holland asked. He shrugged. “It’s my charm.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re not that charming.” “Says the girl who just spilled all her secrets to me.” Adam propped his shoulder against the door to keep it open. Holland felt heat rise up her neck. “That’s not why I spilled my secrets,” she said. But as she watched him, standing underneath the golden afternoon light, leaning against the door in a way that somehow made him look even taller, she feared that his charm might have been a little bit of the reason.
