Page 87 of Not That Impossible

“How much will it cost to get you to bust some of that out now? Because I’ll pay.”

Adam glared at me.

I leaned over the table and poked his nose.

“Do that again and you lose a hand,” he said. There wasn’t much heat behind it. He was already scanning for Ray. And when I say scanning, I mean his eyes went unerringly to Ray.

“Shit,” Adam said, and slid down in his seat. He crossed his arms over his chest, uncrossed them, crossed his legs at the ankles instead, and said to me in an urgent whisper, “How’s my hair?”

I gave him a thumbs-up. “Really bringing your tousled curl game today. Ten out of ten.”

He flashed me his dimples. “What’s he doing?” He was stubbornly refusing to look for himself.

“Oh my god. He is…holy shit. He is aminx. Adam. Check it out. He is standing in the queue and oh,oh!” I pretended to cover my eyes. “Has the man noshame? He’sonhisphone.”

Adam gave me a flat, unimpressed look.

I grinned back. “As much fun as it is watching you regress to the fourteen-year-old nerd I remember with such fondness, I have to get to the gym.” I pushed my chair back from the table and stood up. “Are you going to be able to control yourself around him?”

“Yeah,” Adam said. “But quick, before you go, kiss me.”

“What?”

“You heard. Do it.” Adam fake-laughed, bright and loud, making people look. Then he hissed at me, “Touch my beautiful face and kiss me.”

I stared at him like he’d lost his mind, read murder in his eyes, and obediently bent down. I pinched his chin, muttered, “Really?” as our lips got closer because this felt weird now that I’d had Liam’s lips on mine, and—

Adam turned his face coyly at the last minute. I ended up kissing his cheek as he shot one of his goosebump-raising model smoulders over at Ray.

I followed his gaze.

I’d sell my spleen for Liam to look at me like either of them was eyeing up the other, I really would. Pretty cheap, too.

Amalie called Ray’s attention back to his order, and Adam slumped. He went rigid again when Amalie continued her conversation with Ray over the noise of the ice machine, yelling loud enough for the whole coffee shop to hear, “You’ve got a nice arse, too!”

“He’s got a spectacular arse,” Adam said. “Perky and cute andround. Although why she’s shouting about—”

“Oh. Dating profile, is it?” Amalie said, her words ringing as the ice machine cut off.

Uh-oh.

“Dating profile?” Adam gritted out.

“Maybe waiting for him to come to you wasn’t the right play,” I said.

“Bring your dates here,” Amalie was saying. “Support your local coffee shop. Fuck Starbucks.”

The Galloways really hated Starbucks.

“He’d betternotbring his dates here,” Adam said. “He’d better not date anyone at all.”

“Adam, calm down.”

Adam’s cheeks were flushed. “You know what? No. I’m going to go over there and tell him, right now, to delete that fucking dating app because he doesn’t need it—”

“Adam—”

“You know what dating apps are like, Jas. I bet you anything he’s on a hook-up app and too naive to know it. Ray can’t do hook-ups. He’ll gethurt. He’s sensitive. I’m not going to stand by and let him get hurt.”

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