Page 85 of Where Are You Now
Her phone pinged in the living room. She went in to check it and found a text from her mom.
Did you make it home okay?
Yes. Sorry I didn’t text to let you know I had. I fell asleep.
I know you’re probably exhausted. Call me once you’re settled.
Ava hearted the comment.
Just then, the buzzer finally rang. She went over to the door and peered through the peephole to see when the delivery person left so she could reach out and grab her food, but that was no delivery person. Her heart slammed around in her chest, and she flung open the door.
“Lucas?”
He came into the apartment, not even mentioning the fact that she was in a towel turban and bathrobe.
She shut the door.
“I watched you go, and all I wanted was to run over to youand ask you to stay. I called work and told them I’d be back on Wednesday and got the next flight here.”
“You’re going to lose your job,” she worried.
“Nah. They’re short staffed. And I told them the rest of my furniture arrived from New York. They’d already said I could have a few days once it got there, and I didn’t take them at the time that it actually arrived.”
She wasn’t really listening anymore. She was lost in those green eyes.
“I called Elise,” he said.
She chewed her lip, trying to figure out his angle. Surely he wouldn’t have flown to New York to tell her he’d made amends with his fiancée.
“Did you tell her about your house?” she asked. Maybe this was just a friendly visit?
“I did. I told her I’m not coming back to New York to live. I also told her that I hope she finds someone to love her better than I could. I’m not the right guy.”
“You sure seem like the right guy,” Ava ventured.
He shook his head slowly, his gaze locked with hers. “I’m not the right guy forher.”
“Oh?”
“She needs someone who lights up inside when they see her, someone who wants to spend every day with her, someone who’d get on a plane to avoid being without her, someone who wants nothing more than to ask if she’ll come back home with him.”
Without a second to think it through, Ava grabbed the front of Lucas’s shirt in her fist, pulled him toward her, and pressed her lips to his. He took her into his strong embrace, the towel securing her wet hair falling to the floor. As his mouth moved on hers, she ran her fingertips over the back of his neck and then down his jawline.
“Help me pack,” she said against his lips.
He laughed and pulled away enough to look down at her. “We don’t have to gorightnow.”
“But I want my life with you to start immediately.”
He smiled fondly at her. “It has.” Then, he leaned in for another kiss.
The buzzer sounded, breaking through the moment.
“Do you like Chinese food?” she asked.
“I do.”
“Great. Because I ordered enough to feed an army,” she said as she went over to the door and peered through the peephole.
