Page 89 of Luca & Luna

“Yeah, that’s the best part,” I lied. “Hardly anyone out in the winter, but it does require a hot shower when you get in to toast back up.”

She scrutinized me, but I must have passed her inspection because she simply stepped aside to let me pass to get to my room. “You’ll catch a cold wandering in the dark.”

I looked back at her following me. “That’s not how colds work, Mom.”

She waved her hand dismissively. “So they say, but better safe than sorry. I wish you’d tell me when you’re going out late. I worry. What if something happened and no one knew where you were?”

Guilt lanced me. “I’m sorry. I’ll be better about it.” I wasn’t sure how I could be when I couldn’t tell her where I actually was, but hopefully it was enough to assuage her.

“Please do.” Mom kissed me on the cheek. “I’m going to go finish making my tea. Get some rest.”

I let out a breath of relief as I closed my bedroom door behind me. I’d gotten off scot-free.

Luca:

Do you want to grab lunch today?

Allie:

Ooo yes please

Where do you wanna go?

Should I invite Luna too? We usually eat together

Luca:

Luna is more than welcome

Greek food, maybe?

I’ll buy you some baklava for your afternoon snack

Iwas relieved when Allie offered to invite Luna. I’d have been happy to hang out with her by herself since she was a pretty cool sister-in-law, but this way I’d also get to check on Luna in unsuspicious circumstances.

Allie:

Luna is down for lunch too

See you in an hour?

Luca:

You bet :)

With the plan set, I finished up some of my morning tasks to fill the time before heading over to the office where Luna and Allie worked. I almost got bowled over by an alpha shoving past me in the lobby. He froze and turned. My hackles rose immediately.

Kevin.

His posture was stiff and angry; bruises still marred his face. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” I snapped.

Kevin scoffed. “This building is private property, so I think it is my business.”

“I’m picking up my sister-in-law for lunch.”

He advanced toward me. “Does she know what you’re up to on the weekends? Or what her little whore friend does in the dark of night?”

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