“No, not exactly,” Max agreed. “But you did say that you thought about asking my wife out.”

Adam’s eyes widened.

Nate laughed and then shrugged halfheartedly. “Yeah, but I didn’t do it.”

“Close enough,” Max muttered.

Grinning, Nate shook his head and then glanced at Adam. “You mind if I grab those tools real quick? Maybe you can talk some sense into this guy while I’m gone.”

“Um, yeah.” He pointed toward the office across the room. “Through that door.”

Nate strolled toward the office, whistling a happy tune.

Adam returned his attention onto Max. “What was that about?” Knowing Nate’s reputation, Adam couldn’t help but add, “Did he really say that to you? That he thought about asking out your wife?”

“Yeah. On the way over here, he told me that he’d thought about asking Jessa out back when she was single.”

Adam grinned. “Oh. That wasn’t at all where I thought that was going.”

“I know, right? Can you believe the nerve of that guy?”

Confusion swept through Adam. “No, I mean that I don’t think what he said was as bad as what I had originally thought.”

“Not as bad? The little punk said he would’ve asked my wife out.”

“Yeah, but he was talking about when she was single.”

“So?”

Adam smiled. Apparently Max wasn’t going to see reason where Jessa was concerned. Then again, she was his wife. Adam would probably feel a little possessive too if Preslee were his wife and some guy talked about dating her back when she was single. “Okay, so maybe you’ve got a point.”

“I thought you’d see it my way. Let me guess. You were thinking about how you’d feel if someone said the same about Preslee.”

Adam nearly choked on his own saliva. “Uh, no. We’re just—”

“Friends?” Max laughed. “Right. I’ll believe that the day you start sniffing my hair and staring at my ass while I run on a treadmill.”

Adam cringed. “I take it you saw the video?”

“Hasn’t everyone?”

“Probably.” He ran a hand through his hair. “It’s that obvious, huh?”

Max shrugged. “Maybe not to everyone. Preslee doesn’t seem to have a clue about your intentions.” He paused. “They are intentions, right?”

“I can’t. I mean, she’s my client.”

“So?”

“As a rule, I don’t date clients. I never have.”

“Your loss. Preslee’s great. She really came through for me with that vintage dessert cart. And Jessa has gotten other antiques from her since then. My wife adores her. She’s always singing her praises.”

“So they’re friends then?”

Max nodded. “Yeah, why?”

Adam frowned. Then why had Preslee told him that she didn’t have any close friends? “I was just curious. I’ve never seen her hang out with anyone.”