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How pathetic was Lucas that he was knocking on Emily’s apartment door hoping to be invited back into her bed?
Pretty pathetic.
So why was he still standing there?
Because he was crazy about her.
He hadn’t meant to fall for Emily again, but he was hooked. If he hadn’t realized before, when she’d thrown him out the previous night he had realized how much he wanted to stay. How much he wanted her to want him to stay.
And not just for sex.
Are you home? he texted, leaning back against her apartment door frame and wondering at his current state of sanity, or lack thereof.
Nope, came her almost instant reply.
She wasn’t home. At least she hadn’t been ignoring him.
Where are you?
On a date.
On a date? His stomach knotted.
With the pharmacy guy?
Nope. We broke up. This date is a lot hotter.
You’re on a date with yourself?
He was trying to tease her into telling him who she was with, trying to curb the jealousy surging through his veins.
Not hardly.
Lucas gripped his phone in his hands a lot tighter than he should. Emily was on a date and was being vague about who she was with. How could she be on a date after having sex with him the night before? The night before that, too?
Then again, he had no claims on her. Just a strong desire to be with her and the inability to stay away.
My date says you should join us.
Lucas blinked at his phone.
Your date wants your ex-husband to join you?
Doesn’t know about you. No one does, remember?
How could he forget? She’d completely erased all traces of him from her life. Which he supposed was what he’d done with her, too. Yet he didn’t like that their time together had been completely obliterated.
You should tell him, he suggested, trying to squelch his jealousy.
Not a him.
Not a... Why did relief flood him that she wasn’t with another man just hours after being with him? Because he wanted her.
All of her.
Just for him.