“Why did you tell her I’m your boyfriend?” Adam frowned. “Because telling her that you’re the son of one of my murder victims and we’re together because I happened to get off with you this morning sounded like a mouthful.” Noah shook his head. “You could have just said friend?” Adam’s brows furrowed. “But then she might think you’re available.” Noah’s brain stumbled. “But I’m not? Available?” “No.”
