“Sex is...sex.”
“Make no mistake, there is shared intimacy when having sex, Emily.”
“I know that. You’re not understanding what I mean.”
“Actually, I probably do. You want to keep distinct boundaries that everything between us is only physical.”
“Exactly,” she agreed, smiling, glad he understood.
“It’s not going to work.”
Her smile faded. “Why not?”
“Because I want more than physical with you.”
She scooted away from him, sat up and pulled her knees to her. “I can’t be friends with you, Lucas. I just can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Too much has happened between us for you and me to be friends.”
“We can be lovers, but not friends?”
“I get the feeling you’re laughing at me. Whether you understand or not, I’m serious.”
“I know you are and I don’t mean to tease you, Emily.”
“Sure you don’t.”
“Okay, so maybe I do a little. I always enjoyed teasing you. Like the time I...” He launched into a story about when she’d met his best friend.
“How is Hank?”
“Still same old Hank.”
“Does he know you’re working with me?”
Lucas nodded. “He knows.”
“And?”
“And nothing.”
“He didn’t warn you that you were crazy or question why you were taking a job that would force you to see your ex-wife day after day?”
“No, he didn’t.”
“Why is that?”
“Good question, and one you’d have to ask him.”
“I doubt I’ll ever see him again.”
“We could go out with him and his wife tonight.”
“Hank is married?”
“Two years ago. His wife just found out she’s pregnant a few months ago.”