"Ohhh… look who I found. A thief."
Melanie winced at the teasing voice before slowly turning around. "What thief?"
"Uh huh… don't think I didn't notice you stealing looks at me—with your partner in crime over there," Adam said, nodding toward the direction Laela had disappeared to. "I could feel it. Kept me completely distracted the entire game."
"That was you distracted?" Melanie raised a brow and muttered under her breath, "Just how focused would he have to be then…"
As if he'd caught every word, Adam, who had been leaning casually against the locker room door, straightened and strolled toward her. "Don't be curious," he said with a smirk. "You've seen my focused look… in the bedroom."
Melanie's cheeks flamed instantly. She scowled at him. "I came here to play. Now that you've finally vacated the squash court, I can actually go in. And for your information," she added, pointedly, "I was not stealing looks."
