Adam laughs. It’s a rumble through his chest, travelling into me. I feel surrounded by him, covered by him, and more infatuated than I’ve ever been before. “Yes. You know, I’ll be back in Chicago for the new year. I don’t think I can hole out in Fairhill for much longer.” My heart is beating a war drum in my chest. “Funny. So will I.” “Counting on it,” he murmurs. “Why do you think I want to go back?”
