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.

His smile unfolded slowly as he took in her outfit in an equally slow perusal. “I wondered if you were going to sleep all day.”

“I was worn out.”

He removed the glasses and held them suspended between his index finger and thumb, swinging them back and forth. “Wonder how that happened.”

“I have no idea.”

“I could refresh your memory later, if you’d like.”

Abby leaned on the counter. “I’d like, except it’s girls’ night out, so it’ll have to be late.”

“I can do late. Are you hungry?”

“I could eat.”

“Let me just call upstairs for someone to come watch the desk. I was multitasking.” He made a quick call and then put the phone down. “My cousin Shane is coming down.” Adam glanced up the stairs. “Laura is sick again.”

“That’s too bad. It’s got to be miserable with a baby to take care of.”

“I know. She’s wiped out. Here comes Shane.”

Adam’s cousin came bounding down the stairs. Like his cousins, he was tall with startling blue eyes, but his hair was much lighter than theirs.

“Do you know Abby Callahan?” Adam asked Shane.

“We met years ago,” Abby said, hesitant to mention her connection to Grant in front of Adam.

“She used to date Grant,” Adam said, saving her the trouble.

“Oh, right,” Shane said. “I remember now. Nice to see you again.”

“We’re going to grab some breakfast, and then I’ll be back,” Adam said.

“Take your time.” Shane sat in the chair behind the desk. “I’ve got nowhere to be.”

“Thanks.” Adam gestured for her to precede him into the restaurant where they waited at the hostess stand to be seated.