Lukas (Ashes & Embers 3)

Shaking my head, I turn the radio down. “No. We’re going to his house so you two can meet him and get to know him. None of the guys will be there.”

“Can I talk to the bird?” Tommy quips from the back seat. “Will he talk back to me?”

I smile at him in the rear-view mirror. “Yes, you can talk to Ray, and he will probably talk back.” I pray that Ray doesn’t say anything inappropriate.

Macy turns the radio back up. “I can’t believe we’re going to Lukas Valentine’s house. This is epic. Dad had a major episode when I told him. Charlene’s a fan. Did you know that?”

“What?” I ask. “You told him?”

The car behind me blasts their horn at me to move. “Mom, it’s not gonna get any greener. Go,” Macy says, rolling her eyes.

I step on the gas and grip the wheel, trying to get my sudden stress attack under control. My mind is racing in a million different directions. I’m nervous enough bringing the kids over to Lukas’ house for the first time, but knowing Macy told Paul, and that the home wrecker is a fan of Ashes & Embers, is just adding to my anxiety.

“Honey, I’d rather you didn’t tell your father what I was doing.”

“I’m sorry. I was just excited. He got really mad, though, when Charlene said she went to one of their concerts last year.”

“Well, let’s try not to add to the stress of the situation, okay?”

“I wasn’t trying to. They fight all the time anyway.”

“Who does?” I ask, turning into Lukas’ parking lot.

“Dad and Charlene. Every time I’m on the phone with Dad, she’s whining in the background, and the few times I’ve visited, she’s like, the face of misery.” She looks out the window and then at me. “Why are we stopped?”

I smile at her. “This is where Lukas lives.”

I watch her face light up like only a crazy excited teenager’s can. “What? You’re dating a guy who lives in an old stone church? Mom, for real, I totally want to be you.”

“You can live in church?” Tommy asks as we get out of the car.

I take his hand. “Yes. It’s not a church any more, but it was a very long time ago. Now, it’s been turned into a house.”

He stares up at the building as we get closer to the door. “Do I have to be quiet? And pray?” he asks.

I smile down at him and squeeze his hand. “Well, you shouldn’t yell, since it’s his house, but you don’t have to whisper, and you don’t have to pray.”

“I’m gonna pray he hooks me up with Talon,” Macy jokes.

I don’t know why I’m always surprised when Macy talks about guys, because I was actually only a few months older than she is now when I became pregnant with her. Was I really that young when I was having sex, thinking I was in love? I felt so old and mature at the time. No wonder my parents were worried sick. I cannot even imagine Macy being pregnant and getting married any time in the near future. I shudder at the thought of it.

Lukas answers the door with a big smile and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek, and I’m grateful that he’s being conservative with the affection in front of my kids. He looks extra hot and cute today, wearing a black beanie on his head, his long hair poking out, a white t-shirt, faded jeans, and my favorite black and white sneakers.

“Hey,” he says, shaking Tommy’s hand. “I’m Lukas.”

Tommy literally beams at him. “I’m Tommy! Your house is so cool!”

Lukas laughs. “Well, thanks, Buddy. Come on in.”

“Holy shit,” Macy gasps, gaping around the house as we move into the living room. “This place is incredible.”

“Thank you,” Lukas says. “Make yourselves at home.”

Tommy makes a beeline for the birdcage. “Wow!” he yells. “Look! He’s really real!”

Ray tilts his head and flaps his wings. “I’m a pretty bird,” he says.

Tommy looks over at us, his eyes wide and his mouth open. “Wow! He really does talk!”

“I want you,” Ray says next, and Lukas and I look at each other and try not to laugh.

Tommy jumps up and down. “He wants me!”

Macy stands next to her brother and looks at us, crossing her arms with a teasing smile on her face. “What an interesting thing for a bird to say,” she says.

I grab both of their hands and pull them away from the incriminating bird. “Okay, let’s leave the bird alone so he doesn’t get scared. He’s probably not used to lots of people, right, Lukas?”

Lukas nods quickly. “That’s right. He gets a little crazy around crowds.”

I sit on the couch and watch as Lukas shows the kids around his house, answering Tommy’s endless questions about the antiques and statues and Macy’s fawning over the band. He’s patient and sweet with them both, and I can tell they genuinely like him. He wins them over even more by bringing them into the kitchen and letting them build their own mini pizzas to bake with various toppings and dough he made earlier. My mind wanders as I watch them together, going to places that maybe it shouldn’t be going yet, but I can’t help thinking that Lukas will make a great stepfather.

With every week that goes by, I’m growing more attached to him and falling more in love with him, wanting more of him and more with him. And now, my fears of the kids not liking him have pretty much been obliterated.

He catches me watching him with the kids and winks at me from across the room. I want to smother him with happy kisses but hold myself back, not wanting to be too kissy and touchy in front of the kids. I’m not sure how Paul and Charlene behave in front of them, but I don’t want them feeling awkward around us.

After dinner, I help Lukas clean up the kitchen while the kids go hang out in the living room.

“They’re great kids,” he says, pulling me into his arms for a quick hug. “They both have great personalities.”

“Thank you. They really like you. I can tell.”

He grins. “They must take after their mother.”

I cross the room to the doorway and look out at them in the living room, seeing Tommy sitting on the floor playing a video game and Macy curled up on the couch reading one of Lukas’ art books.

He comes up and wraps his arms around me from behind, leaning his head against mine. “See? They’re happy here, Ivy. Macy’s reading, not sitting on her phone texting. And your son just made an amazing pizza.”

I nod and relax back against his muscular body. “You’re right.”

He gently turns me around to face him. “I’m babysitting Katie tomorrow night, and I have her all day on Sunday. Why don’t you and Tommy come over tomorrow for dinner, stay overnight, and then spend the day with us on Sunday? I have two guestrooms, so they’ll each have their own rooms. It’ll be fun. Katie’s adorable. You’ll love her.”

I hesitate to answer, not because I don’t want to, but because it feels like another big step in the staircase of this relationship. Tommy and I both spending the night with Lukas, and meeting a child in the family, which is serious to me. It means we’re becoming more involved in each other’s lives and families, and other people’s feelings are at stake.

His forehead creases as he studies my face. “What’s worrying you?” he asks softly.

“Getting the kids more involved . . . it’s a big step.”

“I know that, and I wouldn’t ask you to do it if I wasn’t completely serious about you and wanting to be part of your life. I don’t hurt people.” He squeezes my waist. “And I definitely wouldn’t be wanting to spend time with your kids unless I was sure this was going in the right direction.”

“I know that. I do.” I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “All right . . . we’ll stay tomorrow night. I think Tommy will like that. He seems really comfortable with you.”

He looks over my shoulder at the kids in the living room. “I like him, too. This is what I want.”

“And what’s that?”

He looks down into my eyes and smiles. “You, the kids . . . All of it.”

My

heartbeats start to quicken as his words sink in. “You’re sure?”

“I’m positive. No doubts, baby. This is what I’ve always dreamed of.”

“Okay then. Let’s have a sleepover tomorrow and see how we do with two little kids running around and a bird repeating everything we say.”

Laughing, he hugs me tighter. “That sounds awesome to me.”

IVY

AFTER SPENDING A FEW HOURS WITH Lukas and two little kids, I begin to think he should be running a day care and not a tattoo parlor. He’s absolutely amazing with kids. His five-year old niece, Katie, is the sweetest little girl and adores her uncle. We snuggle on the couch with her and Tommy, watching a few Disney movies, and then Lukas helps them make their own ice cream sundaes. At bedtime, I take Tommy to his guestroom, while Lukas takes care of Katie.

“Did you have fun tonight?” I ask Tommy, tucking him into the huge king-sized bed that he looks dwarfed in.