“We’re playing basketball,” Adam said, towel-drying his hair.
My gaze followed the beads of water traveling in every derisible direction. “Oh.”
“Is that okay?”
My eyes shot up. “Yes…of course.” I continued to dry my body. “But aren’t your parents due to arrive soon?”
“So…” Adam wrapped the towel around his waist and crossed his arms.
“They don’t exactly approve of my presence. I could only imagine what they’d think of Finn being here.”
“I’ll handle it.”
My forehead furrowed as I gazed up at him. “Adam…”
“What?”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Doing what?”
“Being so…nice.”
Adam rubbed his unshaven chin. “What would you prefer?”
I breathed out a heavy sigh as I wrapped myself in the towel. “I don’t know…”
“You could be a little nicer,” Adam murmured as he turned to leave.
My jaw dropped. “I’m nice.”
“Not always. Not to me.”
“Well, life isn’t always sunshine and rainbows,” I uttered as I followed him out of the room.
“Finn thinks it’s because you like me.”
My legs stopped working. “Well, Finn still believes in Santa Claus.”
Adam slowed his pace. “Is he wrong?”
The silence between us grew heavy.
He spun around and marched back to me. “Cass…is he wrong?”
The desperation in his voice shook my core. “No. He’s not.”
His shoulders eased as he dropped his eyes. “Good,” he stated before turning around. “Because I like you, too.”
Caroline and William still hadn’t arrived when a knock sounded at my bedroom door a couple of hours later. My son threw himself across the bed, destroying our card game as he bounded for the door.
Finn swung it open. “Hang on,” he cried, running for my dressing room. “I’ve gotta find my jersey.”
Adam leaned against the door jamb as his eyes locked on mine. “Whatcha playing?”
I bit my lower lip as I packed up the deck. “Um…Go Fish.”
“Finn’s a little old for that, don’t you think?”