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Luther is staying over?
I eye the man. He’s not drunk. Not even kind of. There’s no reason at all he can’t drive himself home.
Luther catches me looking and lifts his beer to his lips, taking a sip.
This man is drinking simply for the excuse to stay.
I slide my gaze over to the couch, and my mind conjures up the image of Luther sprawled there. On his back. One arm behind his head. One foot extended over the armrest, the other leg hanging off the couch, foot on the ground, because he doesn’t fit.
I bet he’d be shirtless, his jeans open but not off.
I look away.
“If you two will excuse me, I’m going to go enjoy my dessert outside.” I pick up the plate Luther put together for me.
“I’ll join you,” Luther says, like that wasn’t the plan all along.
Dad says something about having to pee, and we leave him inside as we head out.
My feet hit the grass before I see that the chairs we had been sitting in are now occupied by new bodies.
“What a shame,” Luther says with mock sadness. “Guess you can’t sit by your new boyfriend anymore.”
I make a contemplative sound. “Think he’d let me sit in his lap?”
“You’re never going to find out.” The words rumble out of Luther.
I smile to myself.
The late afternoon sun is lowering behind the tall pines surrounding the yard. Some people have left, others seem to be settled in.
Luther steps up beside me. “Who do you want to sit by?”
I scan the groups before looking up at the man who just fucked me senseless, bent over a dryer. The same man who just cared for my burned fingers while holding my wrist so incredibly gently. And I give him my honest answer. “Just you.”
Chapter 42
Luther
Two words.
Seven letters.
And they hit me like lightning strikes.
Electricity and a bit of fear course through my body.
I pull in a breath, my chest expanding with the charged air.
“Alright, Baby.” My words are quiet. Gruff. “Just us.” I swallow. “Wait here.”
Turning around, I leave my dessert and beer on the deck railing, then cut through the house into the garage.
One minute later, I’m back outside.
Kendra is where I left her, sipping her coffee and holding her plate of sweets in front of her.
She takes in the item tucked under my arm as I grab my food.
