Chapter 11

“I don’t want you hurt, my boy,” Dad had said, although his disappointment was obvious. “If you can’t find it in you to care about him, then of course I won’t pressure you.”

Adam had sighed. He knew that tone of voice. “I’ll talk to him about it. Perhaps he was just too enthusiastic.”

Dad had grinned and patted his shoulder, his relief equally obvious, and the next day, Adam had driven his parents to the port and waved them off.

He still hadn’t found the opportunity to talk to Morrison by the time the night of the gala at the opera house had rolled around. Or perhaps he’d just been avoiding the situation, telling himself he’d been too involved with the renovation of the mall. Adam promised himself he’d do it on the drive home afterward.

The entire evening had been a disaster, starting with having to pick up the young man his parents suggested would make a perfect addition to the family.