would forgive. But the guy? Dead man.?
Helen smirked at Lucas like she didn?t believe him, but she wisely
decided not to question his sincerity.
?Then what?s the plan?? She sighed, resting back against him.
?We can?t be together and we definitely can?t be apart.?
?We stick together and play by the rules until we can rewrite
them. We?re going to find a way to make this work. I promise.?
?Isn?t that hubris?? she asked, raising her eyes to his. ?Thinking
we can beat the Fates??
?I don?t care what it is anymore. I need to hope,? he responded
before he allowed himself kiss her.
Helen fell against him, and this time she was able to enjoy his
mouth without the shock that came along with the unexpectedness
of their first kiss. This time she could pay attention to him, feel him
responding to her. Far sooner than Helen wanted, Lucas pulled
back, pinched his eyes together like it hurt, and gently pushed her
hands off of him.
?You have to stop,? he said, forcing himself to laugh, even if it
was a shaky, watered-down laugh.
?Sorry. I don?t know what I?m doing yet,? Helen said through her
tingling lips.
?Could have fooled me,? he mumbled as he took both of her
hands and stood up, pulling her to her feet with him. ?I think a
little cold air will do us good.?
?Where to? Venice?? Helen asked with a cheeky grin.
?Sure. Because that?s exactly what you and I need?a more romantic
setting,? he replied sarcastically. ?Sorry, Sparky, but I?m
taking you home to your father before I start a war.?
He leapt into the air and spun back to face her, holding out a
hand like they were in an old movie and he was asking her to