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forward and bumped his chin with my nose.
    “You need a shave.” I smiled. I moved in closer to be sure of the height, sliding the edge of my foot against his.
    There’s no way I’d measure up against a guy over six feet tall. I just couldn’t believe something like this was possible; wouldn’t my bones hurt from growing? On the upside, I didn’t need to worry about wearing heels anymore. My eyes centered on his parted mouth and I wondered what my transformation looked like.
    His hand slipped around my waist, barely touching—but it was there.
    Adam’s breath grazed my cheek with an unsteady rhythm. Our bodies didn’t touch, but it was as if I could feel his energy in the unmistakable friction of heat that was swelling between us. I became dizzy from it. His fingers brushed through that soft, short brown hair which had a slight wave, and he blew out a breath stepping back.
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Okay, so we got our first awkward moment out of the way.” To say the least .
    “I’m not so sure that was our first.” His fingers worked at tucking his shirt into his jeans and I noticed that men shouldn’t look that good in something so casual.
    “It seems like it’s not just my looks, but I’m also taller than I was before.”
    His gaze dropped to the pile of sweats on the floor. “Get dressed if you want to go.” He turned around and I slid my legs one at a time into the sweats pulling the string tight.
    I snorted as I grabbed the sides of the pants pulling them wide.
    “I’ve got a pair of Bermuda shorts in there somewhere, if you’d rather.” His beguiling eyebrows rose as he peered over his shoulder.
    “I think these will strip enough dignity from me, don’t you think?”
    “Spandex?”
    “Ok, this conversation is officially straying into the ‘things I really don’t want to know about Adam’ territory.”
    Adam’s grin was broad and handsome with a subtle tilt of the chin and I felt a prick of heat flush my cheeks. Adam didn’t smile with teeth; he gave a sexy pressed lip smile that crinkled his eyes in a provocative and yet charming way.
    I walked past him towards the door. “Let’s go Razor.”
    “Adam,” he corrected.
    Adam may have had smoldering good looks but gave me the impression he was normally a very serious guy. Too serious, if you ask me.
    “I’m calling you Razor.”
    “Why’s that?” I heard the sound of his hand rubbing against the back of his neck before I noticed he was doing it.
    “You’re sharp, you can figure it out.” He groaned at my pun and despite how bad it was I delighted in every bit of it. I needed a moment to feel normal again.
    ***
     
    We bobbled down the dark road in Adam’s beat up Land Rover circa 1980 that looked like it had been driven straight to Egypt and back—without a car wash at that. Strange noises rattled from the engine whenever the car rolled to a stop.
    “Are you sure there’s not a squirrel in there?”
    “I might say the same about your hair,” he teased in the dark interior. My smile faded as I touched my tangled strands and his hand fell across my shoulder.
    “Sorry, I can be a mean bastard.”
    After a minute, he cleared his throat and turned into the parking lot. “I only use the car for long trips, otherwise I foot it out here. Everything a man needs is within walking distance and I prefer the exercise.”
    The engine shut off and a tapping noise from beneath the hood filled the silence.
    “You see? Her heart still beats for only me.”
    I smiled and shifted my gaze out the window. Just as my fingertips touched the handle of the door, something in the darkness just beyond the parking lot moved. The hairs on my arm rose and it felt like waves of electricity were caressing me. I had never felt anything quite like it before. But just as quick as I felt it, the feeling suddenly disappeared.
    “Something’s wrong,” Adam noticed. Not a question, but a statement.
    “No, I just got a chill.”
    Adam shifted in my direction