Adam laughs. It’s a warm sound, delighted. “Don’t hide from me.” “I have to. You’re probably reconsidering dating me right now. You’re thinking ‘Wow, she’s a weird one’ and you’ll be driving back to Chicago tomorrow.” “Not going to happen,” he says. “I have a Christmas tree to look after now.” “Right. Can’t abandon your responsibilities.” I peek over the menu and meet his dancing eyes.
