When Adam got to Joy’s door, it was almost ten o’clock. The sun had since set, and Mike had closed down the store hours ago. The town was deserted—no one stayed out past sunset anyway—and he felt a little like a stalker coming to her at this hour. Even though she was expecting him, and he hadn’t exactly invited himself over in the first place. His fist against the door, he hesitated. Maybe he could do this tomorrow? Tell her he had an early morning tomorrow and that his little sister was a brat for texting her?
That was when the door swung open, and Joy stared at him with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.
He cleared his throat. “Hello,” he said lamely.
Dressed in tiny pink pajama shorts and a gray tank, her purple hair pushed back with a headband, Joy looked like she’d been about to
