Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“But you did picture me in one, just not like this?”
“Theoretically.”
Color flames my cheeks. “Well, I’d change, but I have nothing else to put on. Or my phone to call anyone. Or my credit card to order something.” I fall back into the cushions, wincing. “I’m sorry I got you into this mess.”
He exhales roughly and walks my way. His features are without the playfulness of a few minutes ago. He’s serious—sober—and my heart pounds.
Luke stops in front of me with his hands slung in his pockets. The sun kisses his short hair, highlighting how much darker it’s gotten since I last saw him. All I want to do is reach for him, have him pull me into his arms, and tell me it’ll all be okay.
But I don’t.
“I’ll tell you what,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. “I need to go to the barn for a little bit. I have a few things to do. Why don’t you go find something else to wear? We’ll talk when I get back, and you aren’t dressed like you’re getting ready to marry someone else.”
“I told you I don’t have anything.”
He turns before I can read his features and grabs his phone. “Well, you figured out how to break into my house. Pretty sure you can figure out how to break into my closet.”
Laughter falls from my lips as he disappears into the kitchen again. The sliding glass door that leads to the back of the house opens and then closes. That was easy.
This could’ve gone so differently. Luke could’ve been an asshole, and it would’ve been justified. Maybe our breakup wasn’t contentious, but I am his ex-girlfriend. Even though I haven’t seen a serious girlfriend or a wife on his social media, that doesn’t mean one doesn’t exist. Without a woman in his life, he still could’ve been pissed that I waltzed into his house without so much as a hello. Luke could’ve walked straight out the door after telling me to get out and I couldn’t have blamed him.
I grin. But he didn’t.
He was Luke, the easygoing, good-natured, gold-hearted man who would give you the shirt off his back. Or out of his closet. It’s no wonder I once loved this man.
The stillness descends upon me again almost immediately. This time, it doesn’t feel like it will swallow me whole. Instead, it’s almost a gift. It’s space for me to get my head together and figure out what to do.
I glance down at the fabric pooling all around me.
“First things first,” I say, setting my glass on the table. “Let’s get out of this thing.”
I head upstairs to Luke’s room.
CHAPTER 4
Luke
“I don’t know. Maybe I could stay here?”
My steps fall faster, putting more distance between me and … her.
What is she doing here?
Laina Kelley and her bright blue eyes and dirty-blond hair is the last person I expected to see at all, let alone inside my damn house.
Sweat drips down my back. It has nothing to do with the sun. I swing open the barn doors with more gusto than necessary and step inside.
Rarely do I feel unable to manage a situation. Sure, I sometimes present things to my family with a little extra drama just to keep them on their toes. It’s a good time. But it’s not very often that I find myself in a situation that actually scares the shit out of me.
Laina chose to come here. What the hell?
“What do I do now?” I ask the empty horse stalls.
My body buzzes with a rush of excitement and a flood of adrenaline. I played it cool—I think I did, anyway. I didn’t let her see how much she caught me off guard. But my ability to be controlled and sufficiently detached whittled away at record speed as she looked up at me with unguarded vulnerability.
She may not be mine anymore, but I’d still kill for this girl. That’s a complicated and dangerous place to be.
“I just need to process that she’s here,” I say, pacing the walkway. “Let’s set aside the fact that she broke in without talking to me for years. I’ll deal with her lack of boundaries later and how she stormed into my personal space like we were twenty years old again and made herself at home.”
A grin tickles my lips. I fight it. I try my hardest to stave it off. But the knowledge that Laina knew she could still come to me when she needed help is the best damn thing I’ve heard in a long time.
“Deal with that later,” I tell myself. “Right now, I gotta get my shit straight and get a plan together before I make a fool out of myself.”
I pull a folding chair from against the wall and pop it open. Sitting down, I find my phone and look for Gavin’s name.