“Finding love doesn't solve problems. It causes them,” Edee Davinroy thinks. Focused on college grades, friends, and hiding a secret, Edee wasn’t interested in a second chance at love. Then she met Adam.
Dating a handsome, funny, and caring guy motivates Edee to open her unprepared, still healing heart. But her budding romance isn't without thorns. Her ex-boyfriend can't accept her moving on, and he intends to make her pay.
Overcoming her past will be the hardest part of the semester.
Forfeiting Adam is the second book in the Smith & Guy University series.
Available at the following locations:
Chapter 1 (Partial)
Chapter 4 (Exclusive Partial)
“They’re showing me how to pull a blood sample from a rat. The next thing I know, I’m sitting on the ground.”
Adam and I were sitting in a booth at Baker’s Dozen, the local campus coffee shop and bakery where my roommate, Harper, worked. She had told me a half priced drink promotion called Midterm Mocha was going on today.
I mentioned the promotion to Adam while attending St. John’s with him. Several people overheard, and the word spread. A group of about twenty from the St. John college group descended on Baker’s Dozen after church. The entire church thing was weird for a non-religious person, but I did like talking and eating afterwards, even if I was not actually a member of the group.
Once the group dwindled, Adam, my boyfriend of three weeks, and I were left alone. We were 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 then 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.
I grimaced. “Two? God, that’s late. No wonder I don’t hear you come in.”
As Harper snorted and commented on me turning into a pumpkin at midnight, the pieces fell into place. I jumped from my seat, holding my hands, and that pen, out in excitement. “Wait! Jared’s the guy! The one you were nodding at the other day, right?”
Harper blushed a bright pink. She turned toward the door, saying, “Well, I need to get…”
“Oh, come on, Harper. You know everything that’s going on in my love life, and you won’t even tell me if I’m right about this? Why all the secrecy?” I demanded. My hands were fisted on my hips.
Harper dropped her head back to look at the ceiling and heaved a sigh. “I’m not trying to be secretive.”
I snorted at that because, whether she meant to or not, she was keeping this guy a secret.
“I’m not. Not intentionally. But there’s nothing to tell. I like him. And he seems to like me, but nothing ever happens.” I swear her shoulders slumped forward. “Its really hard. I keep trying. I nearly asked him out last week.”
“You did what?” I exclaimed in surprise. What she said and the fact that she had not told me sooner were shocking. Harper taking that much initiative with a guy was previously unheard of.
Harper looked back at me over her shoulder. I saw sadness and worry etched on her features and buried in her eyes. “And nothing happened, Edee. There’s just nothing to tell. I like him, and its not going anywhere. Heck, my mom has more luck with guys than I do.”
I walked over and wrapped my arms around Harper. The bag she had been carrying, the one not secured across her back, thumped to the floor. With a cut off sniff, she mumbled, “Don’t make me cry. I don’t have time to fix my makeup.
“And I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. Shouldn’t he have made a move by now? It’s been over a month.”
I took a step back to see her face, and let her wipe under her eyes. “What’d he say when you asked him out?”
“Nearly asked him out.”
I nodded before repeating my question with the qualifier since she obviously needed it.
Harper shrugged her shoulders even though her loaded backpack must have made that challenging. “He looked so surprised as I was talking that I turned it into a non-date thing. And nothing, except he’s walking me home now.”
Harper glanced at her bedside and groaned. “I really need to leave. I’m already going to be late. I’m sorry, Edee. We can talk about this another time.”