Plus One is a Lucky Number

“I’m so sorry about Aunt Veronica.” Sophie sighed as Adam opened the door to their room.

“Oh, she was fun.” Adam followed her in, surprising Sophie with his relaxed tone.

Veronica had been their first encounter with family, and Sophie was amazed at how well Adam had fallen into his role. She’d felt terrible about the lack of warning, but what could she do? If she’d hesitated, it would have made her look a fool. She’d jumped straight in with both feet – either sink or swim.

Adam had swum. He’d kept his arm around her, giving her a gentle squeeze without a flinch. She’d become as stiff as a board in his arms and tried to relax, focussing on the scent of his aftershave, the warmth of his body close to hers. Considering she’d only known him a day, it felt natural to lean into him. Sophie started to feel safe, protected. She didn’t want him to let her go. With Adam beside her, she could do this – face her demons. He would be her pillar of strength for this wedding.

And, oh my, was Veronica impressed with him – and who wouldn’t be? – beaming away, occasionally cupping his cheek.

How embarrassing!

But it had worked. Veronica certainly believed Adam was her boyfriend.

Did Adam even encounter his girlfriends’ families? Was he used to it? She doubted it. He’d sounded nervous in the car when she’d mentioned the ‘family’ word and confessed he wasn’t close to his own.

Sophie was grateful she didn’t have to lie to her parents, face to face, about Adam. It was bad enough she’d have to answer some questions over the phone, as they knew she wasn’t seeing anyone. And Aunt Veronica liked to chat so it wouldn’t take long for the family gossip to reach them.

“Can you afford this, Sophie?” Adam said, breaking Sophie’s thoughts. Sophie had been staring out the balcony window, watching the beach below, never tiring to see the ocean. He walked around the luxurious room, admiring its rich blue colours and lavish décor. The luggage had been delivered, as promised by the receptionist.

“It’s paid for by the bride’s parents – Natalie’s parents. Her father owns the hotel.” Then added quickly, “That’s why I insist on paying for the fuel.”

Adam narrowed his eyes, with mischief across his face. “You didn’t tell me your family were rich,” he said, raising an eyebrow. He acquainted himself with every detail in the large room.

“Not really. The bride’s father is a rich man, yes. But I won't be inheriting any of his money. Natalie and I are only second cousins.”

“Drink?” He pulled a small bottle of white wine from the mini-bar and offered it to Sophie, who shook her head. He put the bottle back. “Shame about Natalie’s father.”

She eyed him suspiciously. “Why?”

“Hoped he’d own a factory and need robotics.” He grinned.

“Okay, now I’m seeing the real Adam Reid. Mr Workaholic.” She placed her hands on her hips, mockingly.

Adam shrugged. “Worth a try. Thought I could have picked up a sale while I was here … nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

Sophie clicked her tongue. “You said you needed a break. Forget about work. Besides, I’m sure the M.D. of Thomas Robotics wouldn’t thank you for the extra effort.”

Adam opened his mouth, as if to say something, but nodded instead. “You’re right, I do need a holiday.”

Sophie removed her jacket and stared at the bed. It was huge - a super king, dominating the room, a dark blue quilt covering it. Oh, hell, she hadn't thought about sleeping arrangements.

“Look, I’m sorry about the bed. I didn’t think about it when I confirmed. You can take it; I’ll have the chaise longue,” she said, gesturing to the long, royal blue couch beside the balcony.

“You can take the bed. I’ll sleep on there.”

“No, I insist. I dragged you down here. It’s the least I can do.”

Adam chuckled, removing his tie, and unbuttoning the top of his shirt. “I’ve slept in much worse places than a sofa in a five star hotel.”

“Really?” She smirked, trying not to be distracted by his sexy, laid-back state as he removed his cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves, revealing strong, tanned forearms. She had to get used to this. “You don’t look the sort to rough it.”

“I used to camp – as a kid.”

Luckily, he didn’t unbutton any more of his shirt, though Sophie really wanted to see what he was made of underneath. Oh God, this weekend was going to be intense. Day one and already drooling over him.

He appeared so relaxed and she needed to calm down, before he thought she was a nervous mess.

“Well, in that case, if things get pretty bad, you can always pitch a tent on the golf course.”

“Things won’t get bad,” Adam said, sounding more serious than Sophie had intended her joke.

Sophie smiled. “Good.” She turned and started to lift her case, thinking unpacking would probably be a better way of spending her time than watching Adam – though he was very hard not to watch. She wouldn’t get bored, that was for certain.

“Here, let me help you.” Adam grabbed hold of the handle, his arm brushing hers, and lifted the luggage onto the stand beside the wardrobe.

"Thank you," she said, knowing she should move out of his personal space, but found herself entranced by him. Sophie unzipped her case and started to hang her clothes. Adam did the same, emptying his own case.

"No problem.” He gave a genuine smile and that small gesture lifted her heart. The perfect gentleman. Would she get used to being in his company all weekend?

She hadn’t been prepared for how nice he would be, having it in her head you couldn’t trust the ridiculously good looking ones; they only knew how to hurt you, cause damage. She’d been fretting about whether they would get on, whether the conversations would go down like lead. But on the journey here, he’d done everything right. She imagined him arrogant, yet he’d been charming. The impression she received from James was Adam had a different girl on his arm every time James saw him. She wondered whether he was the sort to settle for one girl … like Sophie.

Not that Adam would be even remotely interested in her. Of course he wouldn’t. Scruffy engineer on the arm of an immaculate account manager – I don’t think so.

But then, maybe Sophie had him all wrong, and she shouldn’t judge him on what James had said. They’re men after all. They see things in completely different ways. Maybe he just hasn’t found the right woman to settle down with …

Head out of the clouds, girl. You’ve watched too many chick flicks!

She remembered his touch in the roadside cafe, wiping the chocolate from her lip and she’d panicked, not prepared for how good his touch felt, how she liked it. She needed to get control of her irrational response to this man. But was it irrational? He was absolutely gorgeous. It took every inch of self-control not to touch him, smell him – or kiss him.

Get a grip! The man’s doing you a favour, the least you can do is stop gawping. Everything is imaginary.

Although there was no need to pretend now, in the safety of this room, no one observing. They were acting normally around one another. And it felt nice. She could be herself, not worry what others were thinking – except for Adam. She’d probably always worry about what he thought.

As she grabbed another hanger from the rail, she remembered last night, fretfully packing, going through her wardrobe and trying everything on, worrying because she’d be hanging on Adam’s arm. She had to look the part. Adam had class. She was grateful her mother had insisted on all those shopping trips, because what good clothes she owned were thanks to Mum.

“By the way, you're out with the boys tonight,” she said. Adam looked at her with surprise. “Sorry,” she cringed, “I’m going out with the girls.”

“You don’t need to apologise. It’ll be good to meet the groom and the best man.”

Sophie’s expression dropped, and she busied herself, continuing to unpack her case. “Yeah, yeah, it will.”

Perfect opportunity right there. He has to know the truth.

She’d tell him once she’d showered.

***

While Adam finished hanging his shirts in the wardrobe, he churned over something Veronica had said.