Jenna's P.O.V.
“OK, well, I scribbled my cell phone on there,” His eyes scooted down at the notepad in my hands.
“If you need anything, anything at all, you can always text me.” He nodded, to which I had to swallow again, since my sixteen-year-old self once again started to skip around in my mind, knowing that she had just received Adam Miller’s phone number.
“Yes. I’ll get the team in on Saturday morning next weekend, I’ll probably be here at seven to show them around and let them in.” I nodded, seeing how Adam placed his hands on his hips.
“OK, then I’ll be here at seven as well.” He nodded.
“OK, seven next Saturday it is.” I smiled at him, seeing how his eyes scooted down to my lips for one microsecond.
“Enjoy the rest of your day, partner.” Adam smiled at me, somehow making the w
