“Um, do I say I’m sorry or that’s awesome?”
He snorts. “Both and neither, I guess. I grew up fast, but I learned a lot.”
“Did your mom tour, too?”
“The first time,” he says with amusement. “She was a groupie. Seventeen when he knocked her up. He had to get permission from her parents to marry her.”
“Wow.” Adam’s life is completely different than my sedate suburban one.
“Yeah, I don’t know what was more surprising—that he married her or that her parents were okay with it.”
“Are they still together?”
“No. They divorced a long time ago.” He looks in my direction again. “Heard your parents are having a rough time of it.”
I nod. Davis must’ve told him. “Dad is, or was, a workaholic and missed a lot of important events in my mom’s life. She got sick of it and told him she was leaving. I guess it woke him up because he sold his business and booked a three-month trip around the world. I think they’re in Turkey right now. That’s why I’m here, you know? Otherwise, I could’ve just stayed home.”
He pulls a match out. “Care to tell me about it? About this Marrow guy, I mean.”
“Not really. It’s weird and embarrassing.”
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t even know this guy.”
“So his problem doesn’t make it weird or embarrassing for you.”
“In my head I know that, but it’s still awkward to explain.”
“Then we don’t talk about it again.” He doesn’t press and I could kiss him for that. “At least you’re feeling better.”
“I am. And I’m so grateful to be here. I know it’s a huge inconvenience, dragging my ass along. I’m probably cramping your style, and—”
He interrupts me by placing a warm palm over my hands. “Do I look like a person who does things he doesn’t want to do?”
I consider the litany of flaws that Adam and his bandmates recited and none of them lend themselves to him doing an entirely selfless act. “No.”
He nods to confirm my answer. “Is Davis getting laid?”
I make a face. “Probably, but I don’t want to think about it.”
“Is Rudd in the back, enjoying a swarm of girls?”
“Definitely.”
“And Ian’s sitting, taking it all in.”
He was. “I’m guessing that watching is okay with Berry, but not participating?”
“Yeah, she’s cool with that. It’s their thing.”
“Is it your thing?” I ask without thinking. Adam bursts out laughing. I can feel myself turning bright red. “Oh shit, don’t answer that. I’m so sorry. I don’t know why it came out.”
He chuckles. “I’m not into that. And don’t apologize. You can ask me whatever you want.”
He squeezes my hand once before withdrawing. I want to grab his hand back and place it on my thigh. Or maybe higher.
“You’re obviously not cramping a damn thing,” he assures me. “Everyone’s doing exactly what they want right now. Your being here hasn’t affected anyone.”