I hit send.
There. One step forward.
Now—on to getting over him.
My eyes drift back to Adam.
Feel something, dammit. Come on, he’s hot. He’s backup material.
Nope. Still nothing. Not even buzzed.
He turns to me suddenly, one eyebrow cocked. “Why are you shaking your head?”
Shit.“What?” I grab my empty glass and take a sip of air.
“You were shaking your head. And your drink’s empty.”
“I know,” I grumble. “There was still a drop at the bottom.”
“Oh my God.” Adam laughs. “You’re drunk.”
“I am not.” I run a hand through my hair before giving him a playful shove, eyes locked on his. “I have a very healthy buzz, and that’s all.”
“What was that—are you flirting with me? You’re definitely drunk.” He lifts a finger and waves it in front of me. “Here—follow this.”
“You’re such a jackass.” I roll my eyes and follow it anyway.
He laughs again. “Okay, okay. You’re not drunk. But you did look lost in your own thoughts. Care to share?”
“Care to share?” I snort. “Is that the new Care Bear slogan?”
“What the hell is a Care Bear?”
“Stop it. You’re older than me. How do you not know what a Care Bear is?”
He shrugs. “No sisters, I guess.”
I squint at him, a smile tugging at my lips. “I can’t tell if you’re joking.”
His lips twitch, then break into a grin. “I’m just pulling your leg. Big fan of Grumpy Bear. And whatever the fucking lion’s name was. He was cool.”
I laugh, and damn, it feels good. First time all day I haven’t thought about Jensen.
Adam’s gaze meets mine. “So? What were you thinking about when you should have been having a good time?”
I cross my arms, caught off guard by how easily he sees through me.
Before I can answer, Cooper calls out across the table. “Hey, Al—we’re going to the bar. You coming?”
“Maybe later,” I say, forcing a smile.
Michael and Ryan stay behind as the others slide out of the booth.
Adam raises his eyebrows, still waiting.
I glance at him, then exhale. “Honestly?”
He nods.
