Of course he wasn’t. Figures. “Yeah, I know that. But my dad doesn’t. He probably just added you to his top-ten most wanted list for guys who’ve tried to get frisky with his daughter. Actually, knowing what you said, I bet you made it into the top three. Might even be number one at the moment.”

Unconcerned, Adam took a bite of his dinner. “I’m not the least bit worried about your dad, Preslee. We’re both adults here.” Then he shrugged one shoulder. “Besides, he doesn’t even know where I live.”

“It’s a small town, Adam. It wouldn’t be hard to figure out,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Just consider yourself warned. If you ever happen to meet my dad and he asks if you want to run the gauntlet, be sure to tell him no.”

He looked at her as if she’d lost her mind but didn’t bother to ask what it all meant. It wasn’t like he was ever going to meet her dad anyway. “All right,” Adam agreed.

After finishing dinner, they cleaned up together and then lounged in the living room on the oversize chaise sectional while watching the latest Marvel movie. Adam sat on one end with his feet propped up on the huge matching ottoman while Preslee lay on the longer end with her legs stretched out in front of her.

But halfway through the movie, a rhythmic thumping began against the living room wall. It started low and then got louder as time went on. She tried to ignore it, but when it got so loud that she couldn’t even hear the movie anymore, she gazed over at Adam.

He apparently was just as annoyed by the sound because he rubbed his temples and glared at the offending wall with a clenched jaw. “Damn it. Not this again.”

“What is it?” she asked, confusion tainting her voice.

Adam sighed. “Sorry. It’s my neighbor. I’ve asked him to quiet down whenever he has a guest over at least half a dozen times, but he never does.”

The banging coming from the other side of the wall grew louder, and it started to alarm her. “What’s he doing—renovating? It sounds like he’s hammering on something pretty hard.”

“You could say that,” Adam said with a wry grin. “The guy is apparently a ladies’ man, and these walls are way too thin.”

“Oh God,” Preslee stated, cringing at the thought.

“Yep. That’s what the women call him. Well, that and Jesus. Basically, he holds a very loud and inappropriate religious revival almost every Friday or Saturday night.”

Preslee laughed. “That’s terrible.”

“Tell me about it.” A raucous moan penetrated the wall, and Adam shook his head. “I get tired of hearing it. Happens all the time.”