“No,” I reply immediately, then quit scrubbing and spin around to face Adam. “I don’t get men.”

“So you do want to talk about it.”

“I mean, I guess it’s not really his fault, and if he’s not in the same place I am, it’s okay, but damn it, I’m embarrassed that pisses me off more than anything.”

“Back up,” Adam says, shaking his head while he takes a seat at the breakfast bar. “What happened?”

I twist my rag in my hands and frown. “Did you hear the part where I said I’m embarrassed?”

“You can tell me. It can’t be that bad.”

“I said I love you and he didn’t say it back.”

Adam’s eyes get big, then he clears his throat. “Wow, you said the L word?”

“Yeah.” I drop the rag in the bucket, then lean on the counter and bury my face in my hands. “I’m so dumb.”

“You’re not dumb,” he says. “How did you say it?”

“While we were having sex,” I mumble into my hands. “Jesus, he must think I’m an idiot.”

“You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about,” Adam says, confidence in his voice.

“I don’t?” I look up from my hands and he’s smiling. “Why?”

“If you said it during sex, it doesn’t count.” He smiles proudly, but I just stare at him, frowning in confusion.

“Is that guy logic?”

“You were in the moment, Callie. Maybe you said, Oh, I love that, or something. Maybe he didn’t hear you.”

“That’s stupid,” I announce and begin pacing around the kitchen. “I didn’t really mean to let it slip out, but I was still half asleep, and he was going down on me, and he’s so good at that, and I couldn’t help it. But he didn’t say it back, and now he has to think I’m stupid. Or, I’ve freaked him out.”

My phone buzzes with another text from Declan.

Sorry to do this, but something came up. Been a rough day. I’ll definitely be there to walk you to your car after work. Sorry babe.

“See!” I show Declan the text, knowing that I sound like a crazy woman, and not caring. “He’s blowing me off. He’s never blown me off before. I’ve made everything weird.”

I don’t bother to respond to Declan. I just toss my phone on the counter and grab a rag to feverishly scrub down the cabinets.

“You’re a pig, by the way. This kitchen is disgusting.”

“I don’t cook in it,” he replies, smiling at me. “The girls I bring home sometimes do.”

“Well, they’re pigs then. And why are you grinning at me?”

“Because you make me smile.”

I frown, leaning on the broom handle. “Why are you so calm? What do you know?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing. I just think you’re overreacting.”

“If you told a girl that you loved her—” He scoffs, but I ignore him and keep going. “And she didn’t say it back, didn’t say anything back, are you telling me that you wouldn’t feel like a jackass?”

“Look, all I’m saying is, maybe he didn’t hear you. Or, maybe it really just has been a bad day. There could be a million reasons why he had to cancel on you today. I mean, why do women always assume the worst?”

“Because we think about stuff,” I reply, as if he’s being an idiot. “This is important, Adam.”

“I get it.” He holds his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying, you’re over thinking it, and this is exactly the reason that I don’t get involved with only one woman.”

“No, you get involved with every woman in the United States and hurt everyone’s feelings,” I snap, and then feel bad.

“Hey, they know the score,” Adam says in his own defense.

“Sorry.” My voice is soft, and now I’m pissed because I’m on the verge of tears. “I just didn’t want to make it weird. Maybe he’s just not in the same place as me, and that’s okay.”

“I’m going to tell you a secret about men, and you can’t tell anyone I told you because if you do, I could lose my man card. Men really aren’t that deep. We generally say what we mean, so when he said it’s been a tough day and something came up, that’s probably the truth. And if he didn’t say it back, he either didn’t hear you, or he thought you were talking about the sex. Or his mouth was busy.” He’s ticking items off on his fingers, his eyes pointed at the ceiling while he thinks.

“But you don’t think I made it weird.”

“I don’t think so, no.”

“Okay.” I take a deep breath and tighten my pony tail. “You just saved me from having to clean the bathroom.”

“I wouldn’t be mad if you cleaned it anyway.”

“You should clean it,” I reply and prop my hands on my hips.

“I don’t do bathrooms.”

“You need a maid.”

“I have you,” he says and smirks, knowing that I’ll beat the shit out of him for that remark. “I’ll just nudge Declan into pissing you off more often.”

“You are a jackass.”

“Yep.” He grins and walks toward his bedroom. “I’m gonna take a nap before work.”

“Okay.” He disappears and I empty the bucket, then put the cleaning supplies away and go to my own bedroom. A nap before work doesn’t sound too bad. Since I don’t get to see Declan this afternoon, I have time for one.