This is an excerpt from my newest book, Forfeiting Adam. This is the second book in the Smith & Guy University series and follows the growing relationship between Edee Davinroy and Adam Jameson during their sophomore year.
For a non-religious person, the entire church thing was weird, but I did like talking and eating afterwards, even if I wasn’t actually a member of the group.
Once the group dwindled, Adam, my boyfriend of three weeks, and I were left alone. We’re still in the “getting to know you” phase. A fact which surprised and thoroughly tickled me. Today’s topic seemed to be “Embarrassing Things.”
“You passed out?” Adam asked with a guffaw.
Adam rocked in his seat. “Do you have a history of passing out?”
I shrugged. “Nope. It’s happened twice but the last time was solely about food.”
A sage nod. “Ahh. Low blood sugar?”
“Right. My mom’s got that. Has to eat every few hours or she gets shaky.” Adam sent a critical look my way. “But that’s not why you passed out at the interview, is it?”
I hate that I have no control over my blushes. Their appearance is so less than helpful. “Yeah, well, it was easier to say I hadn’t eaten than admit reality.”
Adam grinned and leaned across the table to whisper, “And what’s the real reason? You can tell me.”
Damn blushes, I thought with a sigh then answered, “The blood.”
Adam failed to choke back a laugh.
Hands on hips despite the fact that I was sitting, I hissed at him, “Oh, come on. The job required me to draw blood from a rodent. How would it look if I keeled over every time?”
“Sorry. It’s not funny.” His attempt to stop laughing only resulted in more of it. “Except that it is since lots of people pass out around blood.”
He rubbed his hands together, like he was preparing to share the biggest secret. “The star quarterback at my high school hit the floor over a flu shot. A flu shot. Took out three cheerleaders who were clinging to him for ‘support.’”
Ok, that was funny. “Sure they were.”
“At any rate, its not a big deal.” Adam glanced away with a muttered, “Not eating though, that’s a big deal, depending on stuff.”
I leaned my head to one side. “Stuff like an eating disorder? Or stuff like too poor to buy food?”
His eyes met mine as he nodded. “Yeah. The serious stuff that people don’t like to talk about.”
I didn’t know enough about his past to ask if he’d suffered from one or both of those. I wasn’t comfortable enough yet to pry. “Harper went through a phase where she didn’t eat. Wanted to lose weight. I ruined it. Brought extra food to school. Called her mom.”
Adam’s lips quirked up. “I’ll bet you did. So tell me, Edee, how long’d she last?”
“About two weeks.”
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