Thank fuck.
CHAPTER7
ADAM
The next morning,I entered the kitchen to find He-Man sipping coffee and clicking away on his laptop. He looked up when I opened the fridge, looking for something to drink.
“Mornin’ Rockstar. How d'ya sleep?”
I looked over at him and tilted my head. “Say something else.”
He raised a brow, looking amused. “Why?”
I closed the door after grabbing a bottle of water and walked over to where he was working. “I think I detect an accent.”
He leaned back in the chair, now thoroughly amused, and smiled at me. His hazel eyes were a little darker this morning. “What makes you say that? You a linguist now?”
I narrowed my eyes, studying him a little closer. “Sometimes you drop letters or use words that make me think you’re from the south.”
“And what would those be?”
He was full on grinning at me now, so I pulled out the chair and sat down across from him, opening my bottle of water as I looked into his handsome face. “No ‘g’ when you said good morning, and there was definitely a ‘y’all’ yesterday.”
“That doesn’t mean anything. Lots of people talk like that. You don’t have to be from the south to say y’all.”
“Well, it’s atypical for the Pacific Northwest. And you called that woman in the drive thrudarlin’. Boom!” I slapped my hand on the table, sending a geyser of icy water from my bottle everywhere.
“Shit! That’s cold!” I griped, jumping up before the cold water could roll off the table into my lap.
He-Man barely contained his amusement and shook his head slowly, evidently enjoying the early morning entertainment.
I reached for some leftover napkins to soak up the mess. When I was finished, I pushed them aside and met his gaze. “Am I wrong?” I leaned across the table, closer to him.
“Well, Sherlock, you might not be completely wrong.”
I grinned. “I knew it!
Wait. “How did you know I liked Sherlock Holmes?”
He-Man folded his arms over his chest and didn’t bother to hide his amusement. “I already told you, Rockstar. I know everything about you.”
I scowled. “That’s not fair. If we’re gonna live together, I need to know some things about you. Like if you’re afraid of spiders or you have six toes on your left foot. You know, stuff like that.”
There. Now it was my turn to sit back and smirk at him. But He-Man just looked at me like I was the cutest thing he’d ever seen.
“It’spreciousyou’d come up with something like that. But neither of those things applies to me,darlin’. I’m not afraid of spiders and I have the correct number of toes on each of my feet. And I’m not the one who needsprotectin’.”
We stared at each other for a moment in this standoff of ridiculous proportions. Then I grinned when he spoke first.
“Virginia.”
Feeling quite smug, I raised my bottle in acknowledgement. Leaning across the table, I looked into his hazel eyes. “See, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”
I wouldn’t tell him whatwashard.
He-man grunted, but didn’t acknowledge my victory. Instead, he unfolded his arms and leaned across the table and looked me in the eye.
“What’s on the agenda today?”
