Before we left California, Liam and Logan had promised to come visit the third week of January. Adam wanted to introduce his parents to all his friends.
“We’ll have a big party at the apartment and get Claire and William to come down, too. I have four bedrooms, so you can stay with me. And you can come see us rehearse.”
I’d watched as Liam’s eyes filled with unshed tears at Adam’s invitation. “We’d love that, son. We wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
So, as soon as we got back to Portland, Adam asked me to call my sister Katherine about what he should do to decorate the guest suite. When I got tired of repeating everything she said, I finally put the damn thing on speakerphone for him.
“You’ll find everything you could ever want or need in every color imaginable withPinterest.”
While she talked about color and fabric choices, and whether the windows faced east or west, he frowned and reached down to my phone screen to press mute. “What’s Pinterest?”
I shrugged. “How should I know? Google it.”
When he finally ended the call with Katherine, that’s what he did.
And when he found the website, he searched for ideas about how to decorate the guest suite. Eventually, he found something he liked and connected his new laptop to the huge 85-inch TV on the wall.
I sat on the leather sofa next to him with immense pride as I watched him use the newAMEXBlackcard that EHM’s financial accountant had set him up with.
“You know you can hire someone to do this for you, right?”
“I know,” he’d said as he went from tab to tab and website to website, “but I’ve never done anything like this before. Never just bought whatever I wanted. It’s kinda fun.”
When he looked up at me with sincerity in his eyes, the mood changed. “I’m so glad you convinced me to buy this big-ass apartment.”
“All I did was convince you that you needed a safer place to live, Rockstar.”
Adam glanced around and frowned. “There’s something missing.”
I furrowed my brows and looked around the minimally furnished room. “I don’t see anything missing.”
Adam closed his laptop and put it on the coffee table. Shifting on the sofa, he got up and brought his six-foot-two body, clad in charcoal-colored sweats, onto my lap to face me.
I raised my brows. “Should I be worried, Rockstar?”
“Only if you try to get up.”
I grinned and waited for him to get comfortable. He’d contorted himself into a human pretzel with his knees buried in the back cushions. Grunting, he shifted on my lap. All he had to do was touch me to make me hard.
“There’s one thing this place needs.”
I had a feeling I knew where this was going, but I played along. Settling my hands on his hips, I looked up into his green eyes. “Oh? What’s that?”
Adam put his hands on my face. “For you to sign my damn lease agreement I gave you for Christmas. Every time I go into the closet, I want to find your clothes hanging in there, too. I want this place to be our home, not just mine.”
Reaching up for his face, I cradled it softly and pulled his mouth to my lips for a kiss. “I love you, darlin’. You’re not worried it might be too soon?”
He pulled back and looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “Too soon? You’re the one with the whole ‘tell them you love them every day’ thing.”
He was mimicking me, and I had to curl my lips in to keep from laughing.
“Your testy side is so cute,” I teased. “Say it again. Just like you did.”
He huffed and moved to get up. “Forget I asked.”
Laughing, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer to bury my face in his neck. Adam didn’t fight me on it, but released a put-upon sigh when he melted into me.
“Settle down, darlin’. It was just a question.”
