CHAPTER 10
I WALKED NERVOUSLY up the path to Adam’s villa. Was my hair all right? I’d avoided wearing any makeup because that would look as if I was trying too hard for our study-date. Session. Study-session. I breathed into my hand and sniffed. Good, I wasn’t going to knock him out.
I tapped on the door.
“It’s open,” he called.
I pushed against it, holding my textbook in front of my chest like a shield. As I stepped inside, Adam was walking out of the bathroom, tugging a T-shirt down over his head.
I caught a glimpse of his six—no, wait a minute—eight-pack and felt a rush of heat somewhere I really shouldn’t.
Think of boring things, Callie. Like grocery shopping and housework and, oh yeah, dive time calculations.
And don’t freaking pant!
I perched on the edge of the sofa, ready to
