He didn’t have to tell me twice. The thought of spending the evening with him made me giddy and not at all annoyed…which was extremely dangerous. I was playing with fire, and I was totally fine with getting burned. Hell, I kind of want to erupt in full-on raging flames.
After I gathered the necessities, I threw on my skinny jeans and pulled my wet hair up into a messy bun.
Luke was waiting for me below my steps with a despondent look upon his face, but as soon as he saw me, he covered it up with a smile. I ignored the desire prodding my brain to ask him what was wrong and why he was trying to hide behind a smile. I kept my lips sealed, hopping down my concrete steps with a jar of jelly, a pink bottle of hair-removal cream, and an opened bag of chocolate chips in my hands.
“Are you ready to get down to business?” he asked, and I laughed out loud.
“You’re ridiculous,” I replied, and we started to walk down the street, passing by all the darkened historical homes without lights on. It was nearly eleven at night, so the town was quiet. Eerily quiet.
It was so quiet that when Luke spoke, I jolted.
“I told you I would be entertained tonight.”
I grimaced at him. “What exactly are we doing?”
“We’re going to make life a little interesting for the dipshit who cheated on you.”
I stopped mid-pace and planted my feet on the sidewalk. “Wait a second. We can’t go to Grant’s!” I exclaimed.
Luke stopped walking, turned his torso towards me, and stalked the remaining few feet in between us.
“Yes. We can.
This is me getting you out of your old lady ‘funk.’ Just live a little, Cammie.”
His sea-glass green eyes were pitiful looking, and they captured me up like a damn polaroid camera.
“It’s really hard to say no to you.” And that scares me.
His shoulders shot upward. “I know.”
He was so smug, but I couldn’t help but like it. It fit him. If I hadn’t seen his good side, the caring part behind all his smart-ass comments, I would probably still despise him, good looks and all. But, he’d shown me that side of himself and it had me completely caught up in him.
The closer we got to Grant’s small, brick apartment, the more I started to rethink this little plan and “living on the edge,” as Luke put it.
What if Grant doesn’t even live there anymore? What if the redhead is there? Oh, God. What if he wakes up and calls the police? I can’t go to jail!
My free hand reached out and I grabbed Luke’s bare forearm. He paused and looked down at me, a worried look tracing the sharp lines on his face.
“What?”
“What if he wakes up?”
He gently covered my hand with his and said, “Cammie. You’re with a pro. Relax.”
My shoulders relaxed slightly, but I continued to bite my bottom lip.
“I just don’t know if this is a good idea.”
Luke rolled his eyes and grabbed the bag of chocolate chips out from under my arm.
“Do you trust me?” he whispered.
I exhaled. “Yes.”
“Then stop worrying that pretty little head of yours. I’ve got this. I won’t let anything bad happen.”
I bit my lower lip even harder, and when his hand swiped up to release it from between my teeth, my breath caught in my throat. He stared into my eyes and my heart instantly skipped a few beats. Then I heard the crinkling noise of plastic, and I dropped my gaze to the chocolate chip bag. He dipped his hand inside and pulled out a handful of the delightful morsels. Their sweet smell filled the air, and he plopped the entire handful into his mouth. Then he turned away from me with his mouthful of chocolate and tilted the bag in my direction.