Chapter 4
“You look like you could use a drink,” he said. “Beer? It’s ice-cold.”
The longer Scott held his hand, the warmer he got. In fact, he couldn’t even feel the air conditioner anymore. He had no desire to let Scott’s hand go, and the small bit of hair visible through Scott’s unbuttoned collar was oddly distracting. Which didn’t make any sense to Adam at all, because Scott was most certainly not his type—as far as his type went—and also, the man’s mother and child were standing right there.
“A beer would be great. Thanks.”
He thought he caught a glimpse of a smile in those blue eyes before Scott let him go, brushing past him for the refrigerator.
Colette hopped up onto the counter next to Adam, swinging her legs so her heels kicked at the cupboards. “What do you do?” she asked, tilting her head to get into his line of sight. “Are you working for Rosco?”