“I’ll tell you when I see you.” And she’d hope her close friend wouldn’t be mad about Abby seeing Adam.

“You’ll see me tonight.”

“What’s tonight?”

“Girls’ night out. I guess Maddie talked to Jenny, and she needs a night out with the girls. It’s on for tonight. We’re starting at Stephanie’s Bistro at seven. See you there?”

“Sure, I’d love to.”

“Be prepared to spill the beans.”

“Bye, Janey.”

Abby rolled over to find a note on the pillow. “Woke up early and went to work on Laura’s reservation system. Come over and have breakfast with me when you wake up. Adam.”

She read and reread the note, smiling when she remembered the night they’d spent together and the way he’d focused entirely on her pleasure. And then she thought of the shower and how she’d brazenly pushed his hand out of the way and replaced it with her own.

How was it that they’d spent so little time together but he already understood her so well? How was it that she was so willing to do things with him that she wouldn’t have dreamed of doing in the past?

He’d probably given up on eating with her a long time ago, so she took her time showering, conditioning her hair, blowing it dry, applying mascara and some lip gloss. She wore one of the summer tops she’d bought at Tiffany’s store. The style was demure yet sexy and sheer enough that the light pink bra she wore under it showed through.

Abby smiled at her reflection in the full-length mirror behind the bathroom door. A week ago, it wouldn’t have occurred to her to show off her bra. Now she couldn’t wait to see what Adam thought of her outfit.

She dashed down the three flights of stairs, out the back door of the Beachcomber and across the street to the Sand & Surf. An older couple was coming out as she approached the main door, so Abby stood aside to let them past. She stepped into the lobby and came to a stop when she saw Adam sitting at the reception desk. He wore dark horn-rimmed glasses and was completely absorbed in what he was doing on the computer.

Abby took advantage of the opportunity to study him when he was in his element. She discovered that his lips moved when he worked, and he talked to himself. And he was absolutely gorgeous. His hair was mussed as if he’d been running his fingers through it repeatedly. His face was freshly shaven, and he wore a polo shirt she hadn’t seen on him before, leading her to conclude that he’d been home to shower and change.

Before last night, she’d thought him handsome and intriguing. Now she knew he was sexy as all hell, too. She was about to approach the desk and ring the bell, but he looked up and caught her watching him.