I DECIDED IT’D BE BEST not to mention my conversation with Adrian’s mother to him. I didn’t need psychic powers to sense his mixed mood as we walked back to guest housing. His father had annoyed him, but his mother’s seeming acceptance had cheered him up. I didn’t want to damage that by letting Adrian know she was only okay with our dating because she figured it was a temporary, fun thing.

“So you’re going off with Lissa?” he asked when we reached my room.

“Yup, sorry. You know—girl stuff.” And by girl stuff, I meant breaking and entering.

Adrian seemed a little disappointed, but I knew he didn’t begrudge...