GirlMostLikelyTo by Barbara Elsborg Page A

enough to take Tomas’ cash this morning, no receipt
offered. She smiled from him to Adam but her expression soured when her gaze
settled on Wren. Tomas bristled. What had she done to deserve that?
    “Hi Jolene, I’ve come—” Wren began.
    “Not now,” she snapped. “Come back later.” She beamed at
Adam. “How’s everything going?”
    “Fine, thank you.”
    Wren slammed the door and the glass rattled. Tomas swallowed
his snigger.
    “How can I help you?” Jolene glanced from one to the other.
    He inclined his head toward Adam. “You first.”
    “After you.”
    “I can wait.”
    Adam’s jaw tightened. “So can I.”
    Fuck, we’ll be here all day. “I want to change
course,” Tomas said.
    “Already? If you have a complaint about Wren—”
    “No, her class good. I want to learn Italian.” He stared at
Adam as he said it and saw his eyes widen.
    Jolene clicked on her keyboard and checked the screen.
“Instead of…Russian?”
    “Yes. I change mind. Wren good teacher. I learn lot from
her. I like her. I want her.”
    Tomas had chosen his words deliberately and Adam tensed. Why
the hell do I like needling him?
    “There’ll be a twenty pound administration charge,” Jolene
said.
    Fucking hell. For what? But Tomas took out his wallet
and tossed a note onto the table. It wasn’t his money.
    Jolene slipped it into a cash box without offering a receipt
and turned to her monitor. “Okay. I’ll add your name to her list.”
    “Mine too,” Adam said and somehow Tomas wasn’t surprised.
    Adam handed over the money and Jolene didn’t offer him a
receipt either. Not hard to conclude the forty pounds wasn’t going through the
books, but why would Marco be interested in that? Was he thinking of using the
school in some way?
    “Take me out of the Russian class.” Adam glanced at Tomas.
    Tomas started. “You were going to learn Russian like me?” Un-fucking-believable.
    Adam shrugged.
    Jolene tapped at her keyboard. “Fine. Let me give you new
timetables.”
    The printer by her side whirred into action.
    “You have list of all classes and teachers?” Tomas asked.
    Jolene handed him a leaflet. “If you want to sign up for
something else, you need to be quick or you’ll miss the first session.”
    “Some too many people to take more?” he asked.
    She frowned. No wonder. He hardly understood that himself.
    He tried again and offered her the leaflet. “Mark which
classes full.”
    She shook her head. “They’re never full. We can always fit
another in.” She handed over the timetables.
    Once they were out of the office, Adam confronted him. “Have
you been following me?”
    “What?” It hadn’t occurred to him Adam might think that.
    Adam raised his eyebrows. “You made your feelings clear
yesterday.”
    Not exactly. “That was yesterday. Maybe I feel different
today.” Nope, he felt the same. I want him. “I not follow you.”
    Adam stared at him. “Do you believe in fate?”
    He faltered. The answer was no, but what was the
alternative? That Adam wasn’t who he appeared to be? Tomas sure as hell wasn’t.
     
    Adam didn’t believe in fate, God or guardian angels. He had
no explanation for how he’d managed to bump into Wren again except for pure,
dumb luck. He’d never mentioned that night in Venice to anyone. It had been a
flawed gem hidden in his heart. A few hours of pure excitement that ended too
soon. But it didn’t matter how they’d met again, they just had and he
knew even after all these years, there was something unfinished between them.
    And was it dumb luck he’d also found a guy who made his
heart race? Or had Ally made that luck for him by choosing an apartment with
temptation next door? Even if she had, that Tomas also wanted Wren was a bonus.
Possibly. Or a disaster. It all depended on whether the guy could share and whether
Wren wanted to be shared, setting aside the issue of whether he could
share. It wasn’t in Adam’s nature. A spoiled only child, he’d