"So, they've agreed to a dinner?" Melanie asked cautiously.
Adam grinned and leaned forward to tap her nose with the pad of his finger."What? You think I wouldn't be able to arrange that?"
Melanie rolled her eyes and wrinkled her nose, her expression somewhere between amusement and resignation. Of course she didn't doubt him. Not really. Knowing everything she did now, if this guy suddenly claimed he could launch her into space with a homemade rocket, she'd probably just nod and ask what time.
Adam Collins was like that. Impossible, frustrating, arrogant—and entirely capable of pulling off the unbelievable.
She reached up without thinking, her fingers brushing the corner of his mouth, the lip ring cool against her skin. Her thumb lingered there a second longer before she pulled her hand back and sighed. "I can't believe I have a sister."
