Page 34 of Reckless Games

Josh could never love me like I needed him to because our limits didn’t align. And Adam can’t give me what I want because his limits put an end to this at midnight on New Year’s.

“I hope you know you deserve better than that asshole,” Adam says, shifting the conversation back to me like he’s so good at. “I’ll tell him that myself if you’d like.”

I can’t help but smirk because I’m sure he probably would, in not so nice of words. “I appreciate it. But he’s the past.”

“And what’s your future, Lake?”

The smile on my face falls and my stomach drops.

Lake.

My name, from his lips. Not Ivy. Not baby girl. But my name—my real name.

Adam’s eyes widen, realizing what just slipped out, and as he tries to lean toward me, I pull back.

“You know I’m not my sister?”

His jaw clenches. “Of course I do.”

“But—” I shake my head, trying to process what’s happening. “You invited her here.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“The invite was addressed to her; it had anIon the front.”

Adam’s eyebrows pinch. “It was an L.”

“No.” I shake my head, raking my fingers into my hair and feeling myself spinning. “You sent it tome?”

He nods.

This whole time I’ve been operating with the understanding that Adam was fascinated with Ivy.

He knows her. He said so.

Unless…

“On the first night, why did you say you were hoping I’d be here? That we’d met once before?” I climb out of the tub and almost slip as my wet foot hits the tile.

Luckily Adam’s already standing, and he catches me.

I shake free from his hold and grab a robe hanging on one of the hooks on the wall. It’s his size, so I’m swimming in it as I wrap it around my body.

“We’ve never met.” I turn to face him, and he’s wrapping a towel around his waist.

He comes toward me, but I take a step back, which makes him pause.

“We’ve never met,” I repeat, shaking my head this time.

How can a man I’ve never seen be expecting me? Not Ivy.Me.

“Not exactly,” Adam says, staying firmly in place and not coming closer.

Water beads over his chest, and if my vision wasn’t playing tricks on me from the overload of information, I’d probably be tempted to bow down to him when he looks like this.

“I saw you once.”

“When?”

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