He told me once that it is so the military personnel that he has to deal with in the course of his security business feel comfortable with him.
But these last few months, as I've gotten to know him better, I think it is because his face embarrasses him.
The short hair removes any hint of vanity, and says, "Here I am.
Let's get down to business." I would love him if he had three eyes and two teeth, but sometimes his beauty just hits me.
I blinked once, took a deep breath, and brushed off the need to proclaim him mine so I could pull my mind back to interactive mode.
"Ah," I said, snapping my fingers, "I knew I'd forgotten something." I ran back to my closet and snagged a sparkly silver wrap that dressed the gray up appropriately.
I came back out to see Samuel giving Adam a five-dollar bill.
"I told you she'd figure it out," Adam said smugly.
"Good," I told him.
"You can pay Jesse with that.
She told me we were going bowling.
I need to find a better spy." He grinned, and I had to work to keep my face annoyed.
Oddly enough, given his face, it wasn't the beauty of Adam- with-a-smile that delighted me when he grinned--though he really was spectacular.
It was the knowledge that I'd made him smile.
Adam was not given to .
.
.
playfulness, except with me.
"Hey, Mercy," Samuel said, as Adam opened the front door.
I turned to him, and he gave me a kiss on the forehead.
"You be happy." The odd phrase caught my attention, but there was nothing odd in the rest of what he said.
"I've got the red-eye shift.
Most likely I won't see you when you get back." He looked up at Adam, meeting his eyes in a male-to-male challenge that had Adam's eyes narrowing.
"Take care of her." Then he pushed us out and closed the door before Adam could take offense at the order.
After a long moment, Adam laughed and shook his head.
"Don't worry," he said, knowing the other wolf would hear him through the door.
"Mercy takes care of herself; I just get to clean up the mess afterward." If I hadn't been watching his face, I wouldn't have seen the twist on his lips as he spoke.
As if he didn't like what he was saying very much.
I felt suddenly self-conscious.
I like who I am--but there are plenty of men who wouldn't.