“I’m not sure where to start.” I laugh.
“Try this one first. I had you in mind when I made it.” He takes a spoon out of what looks like macaroni and cheese to bring it to my mouth. I close my eyes for a brief second as I wait for the cheesy goodness. Nothing comes, so I open my eyes to see a hand grabbing John’s wrist to stop him. I stare up in shock when I see Luke. Figures. All of this time and now he pops up out of nowhere. I don’t know if I want to kiss him or punch him.
“You’re on a date?” He pushes John’s hand back from me then releases his wrist. The audacity of this guy blows my damn mind. It also makes me wet between my thighs.
“How the hell did you find me?”
“I always know where you are, pretty eyes. I’ve also made it my business to know everything about you. You dated one John Bay over a year ago. You went out on three dates in total. You remained casual after that. Yet this doesn't look casual.” He turns his eyes from me to John. “Is it casual, John?”
“I won’t lie. I was going to see if we could try again.”
“John. I’m sorry, but—”
“But she’s engaged to me.” Luke cuts me off. I gasp, standing up so fast my chair falls back. The man who said he never wanted marriage or kids is now saying we’re engaged? Then I smack him. Hard. I’m shocked by my own reaction. I’ve never hit another person in my whole life. He deserved it, though. He doesn’t own me. I’m not here for when he decides to give me the time of day.
“I’m sorry, John, but I think I need to go home.”
“Do you want me to call the cops?” He gives Luke a once-over, knowing there is no way he would ever be able to take Luke himself.
“If you wish. I actually have the chief of police’s number if you need it.” Luke starts to pull out his cell phone.
“Oh, lookie there. You have a phone.” I can’t keep the sarcasm out of my voice. I push past him. I don’t have to look to know he’s following me.
“We can do this the easy way, babe, or the hard way. Either way, you’re getting into the car with me.” There is a driver standing next to the open door of a town car. I decide that I might as well get this over with.
I slide into the car. Luke presses himself against me. I hate how easily he turns me on. “Where are we going?” I ask.
“Home” is all he says before the town car pulls into traffic. Once upon a time I thought maybe he was my home.11LukeShe sits with her arms folded over her chest and a pissed-off look on her face. I can’t say that I blame her. I’d be pissed at me too if I was her. The only thing I want to do is pull her into my lap and kiss her. It’s the first time in weeks I feel as though I can breathe.
I swear thoughts of her were the only thing that kept me alive. I took two shots. One to my shoulder and one to my leg. We were damn lucky that no one died. Well, no one on our side died. The other side didn’t fare as well.
That’s what I was told once I woke up in that hospital bed. One I’d been in for many weeks. I had taken a blow to the head when I hit the ground. I was lucky to be alive.
Clark filled me in on what happened. Everything had gone to plan with the exception of me getting shot twice. Not only did the drugs get seized, but they caught a hell of a lot of people on their most wanted list. I was happy for them, but from the second that I opened my eyes in that hospital, my only focus had been getting home to Kinley.
I can’t take it any longer. I grab her, pulling her into my lap. She tries to stop me at first, but it’s not long before she is laying her head on my shoulder. Rick told me about the pregnancy test. I have no idea if she is or isn't. Not that it matters any which way. I’ll let her tell me in time.
I breathe her in. It calms me. I can’t believe she went out with that fucker. I don’t care if she thought it wasn't a date. He knew what he was doing. He’d had a shot with her once and quickly realized he’d missed out on the perfect woman. So he made a play for her again.
“We can’t keep doing this.” I hear the pain in her voice. Then I feel the wetness. She’s crying.