Adam smiled, apparently having left his weird mood in the kitchen. “Kurt and I were roommates for a while. He can’t boil water, so it was up to me to learn to cook to keep us from starving to death. A person can only live off of microwavable noodles for so long.”

“Kurt sounds like my dad. He can’t cook either. The only dish he makes is soup from a can,” she said with a laugh. “That’s why I prepare a couple of meals for him each week and always make enough for him to freeze the extras. Especially since his fall. All he has to do is thaw them out and warm them up. My dad is—” She hesitated and then rose from her seat. “Crap. I didn’t call to check on him today. I bet he’s worried sick.”

Adam held up a hand. “Actually, he called your phone while you were sleeping. I let him know you were okay.”

Preslee blinked rapidly. “You talked to my father?”

He shrugged. “Well, I wouldn’t normally have answered your phone like that, but I figured you would’ve wanted him to know where you were. I hope that was all right.”

“Yes, it’s fine.” She sat back down. “What did you tell him exactly?”

“That you were spending the night with me.”

She gawked at him. “You said what?”

A grin spread across his mouth. “Yeah, that was pretty much his reaction too.”

Preslee shook her head. “Tell me you did not really say that to my dad.”

“Okay. I didn’t really say that to your dad.”

She studied his face and noticed a muscle ticking strongly in his jaw, as if he were clenching his teeth together to keep from grinning. Oh dear Lord. “You did! You actually said that to him.” She slapped a hand over her face and dragged it downward over her mouth in disbelief. “Why would you say that to a girl’s father? Do you have a death wish or something?”

Adam laughed. “Maybe because this girl that you speak of is a grown woman and doesn’t need her daddy’s permission to spend the night at a man’s home. Besides, I told him that I was only your trainer and that there was no funny business going on. That we were just friends.”

Friends. God, she was starting to hate that word. “Yeah, but it’s my dad we’re talking about. He’s not going to believe that.”

Confusion filled Adam’s eyes. “Why would I lie?”

“The same reason all of my old boyfriends lied when they said they would keep their hands to themselves. Because that’s what guys say to overprotective dads who are safeguarding their daughter’s virtue.”

“But I wasn’t lying about keeping my hands to myself.”