“You must really love what you do.” Adam let his eyes rest on her when she leaned forward, watching her eyes as she winked at him. It almost took his breathe away because it had been so long since he flirted with a woman, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He glided his tongue along his lower lip as he gave her a soft nod. “Yeah, for a few hours in the afternoon.” He turned his head over to look at her. “Why aren’t you guys closed, if I can ask.”
“I do. I wouldn’t change it for the world.” Adelaide nodded, tempted to ask what he would be doing if he wasn’t babysitting his nephews, but she held her tongue, figuring that was a conversation for another night. Adelaide was enjoying their time together, she’d certainly gotten more than she’d expected when she’d come to the bar, and she felt like asking a question like that was a bit too intimate. Instead, she quirked a brow and settled her chin in the palm of her hand, eyes shining as she watched him. “Do you have any plans for them tomorrow?” As he asked about her sisters, though, she felt something inside her shift, and she was almost certain he could catch onto it. She thought about Donal, and for a moment, she told Adam the truth, plain and simple. That her brother had died, and things hadn’t been the same ever since between the rest of the siblings. Her eyes drifted to her glass as she thought about Macey, and how torn up she’d been over losing him. But that wasn’t something he wanted to hear. That wasn’t the answer he was expecting, right? “My youngest sister, Macey, moved out of town a few years ago and we sort of drifted apart, I guess. She’s back now, though. And we’re still close, but not as close as we used to be. She was the glue that held us together.” Adelaide shrugged, hoping he didn’t catch onto her moment of weakness.