Page 14 of Adoring Fletcher
Over a dinner of spaghetti and meatballs, Adam cleared his throat. “I was thinking maybe we could watch a movie to wind down,” he said. “You’ve had a busy day and my mind is numb from work. All those numbers.”
My stomach flip-flopped.
“What kind of movie?” I asked, my head already spinning with images of us snuggled up on the couch together.Be still, my heart.
Adam only smiled. “What kind of movies do you like? How about you pick?”
We cleaned up the dinner dishes. Well,mostly. We rinsed them off and left them stacked up in the metal sink basin.
“We can get to them tomorrow,” Adam promised, leading me into the living room.
Despite us just finishing dinner, he popped some popcorn and grabbed a couple of sodas while I browsed through movies on Netflix.
Once he flopped down beside me, I picked an action movie and settled in next to him.
Adam dimmed the lights…and suddenly, all I could smell wasAdam. Purrrrrrr… Never in a million years did I think I’d be cozied up next to some wealthy Alpha in a literal mansion, after everything I’d been through in my life.
It kind of felt like I’d died and gone to heaven.
Still, after working in the sun all day, exhaustion crept up on me. I tried to keep my eyes open, but my eyelids kept drooping, heavier and heavier. I fought it best I could, but eventually, sleep won.
The last thing I remembered was resting my head on Adam’s shoulder as the bad guys busted into a bank and started shooting. Right at the good part…
I woke up in the dark, still on the couch, covered by a blanket.
I’d been tucked in. The covers smelled faintly of Adam’s spicy scent, and for some reason, tears sprang to my eyes.
He’d tucked me in.
No one had ever cared about me like that. Why him? The man I’d attempted to rob. By all rights, he should hate me.
But he didn’t. That much was obvious in the way he treated me with compassion and care, like I wasn’t just some Omega he’d picked up off the streets.
Like I was a friend.
Sniffling a little, I rolled over and pulled the blanket up to my nose, mopping at my teary face.
Then I breathed in Adam’s scent to calm my unsteady heart, and let myself drift back to sleep.
9
ADAM
My phone buzzedacross the tabletop again.
Silent mode or not, it was impossible to ignore. I didn’t bother picking it up. I already knew who it was.
Father.
He never left voicemails—never. Said it was a waste of his time.
And I knew exactly what would happen if I answered. The same old song and dance. He’d lined up yetanotherOmega for me to wine and dine, another carefully arranged match to secure our family’s legacy.
But I wasn’t in the mood for my father’s bullshit. Not right now. Not when my heartstrings were all tangled up over a certain lynx shifter.
I watched Fletcher through the picture window, kneeling in the grass, weeding the flower beds.
My lawn had never looked better—not even that one summer I’d hired a professional groundskeeper. That guy had promised big things, only to try and rob me blind before the season was over.
