Maybe Montgomery was more than he seemed, as Cynthia suggested. Maybe I was being too narrow minded, too consumed by first impressions when first impressions didn’t always show the full picture of a person. After all, my first impression of Adam Bell had been…never mind. I shook the vision of verdigris-green eyes and sweet smiles away.
I was tired of walking and sat on the curb, out of the way of the people jostling past each other on the sidewalk, far enough from the honking cars in the street. When the thought of Adam came back to me, finding homes for lost kittens or playing the piano, I reminded myself he was an actor, on the road nine months a year, surrounded by beautiful, available women with big smiles. The lure of an actor was strong then, as now. Adam, like his brothers, made no
