Page 4 of Tangled Up In You

"The morning sickness sure is hanging on."

"Only it's not in the morning, it's all hours of the day." She gave him a tired smile. "But it feels good to get out of the house."

"Do you want something to eat, Adam?" Chloe asked.

"Not yet. I'm meeting someone."

"Who are you meeting?" Chelsea asked curiously.

"No one you know."

"Well, that sounds interesting. I thought we knew all the same people." His sister gave him a speculative look.

"I thought so, too," Chloe put in, an interested gleam in her gaze. "Is it a date?"

"I don't have dates in the morning."

"It could be a coffee date," Chelsea said.

"It's not." He checked his watch again. "Did someone come and leave?"

"Do you want to be more specific about the someone?" Chloe asked.

"Yeah, what's with the mystery?" Chelsea asked.

He sighed at the determined look in both of their eyes. "There's no mystery. It's a nineteen-year-old guy. And there he is," he said, as Drew Kilborn came into the café.

Drew was about five nine with long brown hair and brown eyes. He wore ripped jeans and a T-shirt with an indie band's logo on it. He sauntered into the restaurant with a look of careless boredom and a complete disregard for the fact that he was thirty minutes late. Not that Adam hadn't been late, too, but Drew didn't know that.

"You're late." It was the wrong way to start the conversation, but he couldn't take it back.

"I was looking around town. Isn't that what you suggested I do?" Drew challenged.

"Let's get a table."

"Aren't you going to introduce us?" Chelsea asked.

He wished he could say no, but he couldn't. "Drew, this is my sister Chelsea. My friend Chloe. This is Drew Kilborn."

Chelsea's gaze widened. "Wait a second. Kilborn? You're Gina's little brother?"

"Yeah," Drew said shortly. "I need coffee."

"I'll bring some over," Chloe said. "Sit anywhere you like."

Adam ignored the look in Chelsea's eyes that told him he would have a lot of questions to answer later. He waved Drew over to a booth along the wall. Chloe dropped off two mugs and some menus.

Drew drank his coffee in a couple of long gulps. Chloe had barely finished refilling the coffee at the table next to them when Drew banged his empty cup on the table. She came back and refilled it.

"I guess you were thirsty," she said.

"And hungry," Drew said. "I'll take the Denver omelet, with a side of bacon, and an order of pancakes."

"You got it." She turned to him with a smile. "How about you?"

"Egg white spinach omelet."

"In other words, the usual," she said dryly.

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