Page 63 of Anything To Be With You

"Oh, no. I can’t ask you to do that. I’ll call a cab. Or walk."

"If you won’t let me drive you, I’ll walk you home. Don't waste money on a cab."

I open my mouth to argue, but Luke silences me with a soft kiss.

"Do not fight me on this, Sweetheart." He says against my lips before breaking us apart and collecting the basket.

Okay, he needs to stop this or I’m going to fall in love with him.

Luke hit the button for his floor. "I’ll make sure your car is at your home by the morning." He places the basket on the counter. "Give me a moment." He walks into the other room and comes out wearing a baseball hat. Which knocks his sexiness into the thousands.

Is there anything this guy can’t wear.

The walk to my house is a quiet one. Luke makes sure that I’m always walking on the inside of him. His hand lands on my lower back periodically whenever we’re crossing the street.

My house is dark when we arrive. Probably should have left a light on but I didn’t expect to stay out this late.

"Thank you for dinner," I say as I search my purse for my keys.

"You are very welcome. It was nice having someone to cook for besides my brother."

"Oh, I’m sure he makes the perfect dinner date," I say sarcastically.

Luke grunts. "Gabe eats the food as I’m cooking, leaving almost nothing to plate. Worst dinner date ever."

I snort out a laugh. "Sounds like Mason." I shove my key in the door, not knowing how to end the night.

Luke takes my face in his hands; his thumbs stroking my cheeks, over the scar—always over the scar—before he kisses me softly. The kiss has me almost asking him inside.

"Oh, gross! Ma! The neighbours can see you."

I jump back from Luke and find Mason strolling up the walkway, his duffle bag hanging at his side. My face catches fire. This is humiliating. My son just caught me swapping spit.

"I thought I was picking you up tomorrow night from Nanny's." I say louder than necessary, my face heating up even more.

"Nanny said I could hang out with Clay's today, so I figured I'd save you the trouble and walk home tonight." He says, coming to stand next to me. "What I didn't expect to find was you sucking face with some man on the front step. That was something I could've went my whole life without seeing."

He unlocks the door and hands my keys back. "I'll let you get back to sucking face. Night, Ma."

The door shuts and I burst out in a fit of giggles, burying my face in my hands.

Luke clears his throat. "Well, that hasn't happened to me since I was a teenager."

I giggle even harder, my stomach begins to hurt.

"Although, it wasn't kissing I was doing when I got caught." Luke states.

Tears stream down my cheeks and I raise my hand, trying to tell him to stop.

"I was pulling the pork when my Mom caught me," he bows his head and shakes it in mock shame. "She told me she now knew why my socks were all stiff."

"Stop!" I laugh. "I…can't handle…anymore." I wrap my arms around my stomach.

I take a few soothing breaths to calm myself. I blink the rest of the tears from my eyes and wipe my cheeks. "Thank you for tonight." I say, reaching for the doorknob.

Luke bends at the waist and kisses my cheek. "You're very welcome. Goodnight, Sweetheart."

"Goodnight, Dimples."

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