What She Wants. Sheila Roberts

picked up his pace. By the time he got to the living room, his visitor was not only ringing the bell and banging on the door, but calling his name, as well. Definitely not Juliet.

      Jonathan opened the door and there stood Adam. “I need a place to sleep.”

      “Huh?”

      “Can I crash on your couch?”

      “Uh, yeah,” Jonathan said, and stepped aside.

      In walked Mr. Success, dragging his carry-on luggage behind him. “Chelsea kicked me out.”

      “’Cause you went salmon-fishing?” That seemed a little extreme.

      “No, because I forgot our anniversary.”

      Jonathan, no expert on women, still knew this was a cardinal sin. “How’d you manage that?” If he was with Lissa he’d never forget their anniversary. Heck, he’d make everything an anniversary—first date, first kiss, first time they slept together. At the rate he was going, that wasn’t even happening in his dreams.

      Adam paced into the living room and parked his carry-on next to Jonathan’s couch. He ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to forget.” He fell onto the couch. “She says I take her for granted.”

      “Do you?”

      “No. Well, maybe. Once in a while. I don’t know.”

      Like hell he didn’t. “Right.”

      “Okay, so I’m not perfect like those men on the covers of her dumb romance novels.”

      Jonathan caught sight of his Vanessa Valentine paperback on the kitchen counter and subtly dragged his copy of PC World over it.

      Adam never noticed. He was too involved in his own drama. “But cut a man some slack, you know?”

      Jonathan didn’t know.

      “She changed the locks.”

      Whoa. His friend had sailed down the river of no return. “That’s harsh.”

      “That’s what I thought,” Adam said. “Anyway, I know we’ll get it all straightened out tomorrow.”

      And now who was dreaming?

      “Sorry to get you out of bed. You were the first one who came to mind.”

      Vance lived right down the road from Adam, but Jonathan understood why Adam hadn’t gone there. Vance would have taken great delight in taunting him. Whereas Jonathan...was a soft touch.

      “I just need a place for tonight.”

      Jonathan had a suspicion that his poker pal was going to need a place for longer than one night, but this probably wasn’t the time to point that out. Anyway, he was tired and he wanted to get back to bed. Back to Lissa in her pink gown. He pulled a sleeping bag out of the closet and tossed it to Adam.

      “Thanks, man,” Adam said. “I’ll get this sorted out in the morning. Right now, I just need a good night’s sleep.”

      He needed a lot more than sleep. Jonathan didn’t tell him that, either. Some things a man had to figure out for himself.