I think I may have just moaned.
I hope it wasn’t out loud.
That voice, though.
God, how I’ve missed that voice.
“I’m doing okay. Things could be better, but I guess that’s life, right?”
He nods. “Yes, it is.”
“How are you?”
“Well, if you asked Avery, she’d tell you I’m still a moody bastard, and I guess she’s right. I don’t function well without you.”
Oh, God.
He’s not holding back any punches.
I smile. “Yeah, you always were a moody bastard when you didn’t have me keeping you in line.”
He grins and settles back into his seat. “I miss you.”
I sigh. “I miss you, too, Luke.”
He eyes my empty glass. “You want another drink?”
I quirk a brow. “You’re going to allow me to have another one?”
He stands. “Smartass.” Jerking his chin at the glass, he says, “Vodka?”
I nod. “Thank you.”
I do the only respectable thing I can do as he walks to the bar—I check out his ass.
This may get messy.
Because, goddamn it, Luke owns my heart and it looks like I still own his.
When he returns, he places two drinks on the table. Vodka for me, whisky for him.
“Where is everyone?” I ask as I drink some of mine.
“Their flight was cancelled due to bad weather in Brisbane. They won’t be here until tomorrow.”
“I’m confused. Why are you here, but not them?”
“When Mum booked the flights, they were short a seat so she booked me on an earlier flight because I was the only one not tied down to a commitment today.”
“So, it’s just you and me then…” My voice drifts off with my thoughts.
“Just us, Callie,” he murmurs.
Yes, very messy.
“How’s Sean?” I blurt out, desperate to steer the conversation in another direction.
His lips twitch. He knows what I’m doing. But he plays along. “He’s doing really well. Started school this year and loves it. And he’s spending time every week with Jolene, which has really settled him.”