Page 16 of The Matchmaker Club
“Yeah, well, there’s nothing more I want to talk with you about, so if there is anything else—”
“I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
“Don’t bother.”
And with that, I walked back into the house, slamming the door behind me. I could barely see through the blur of tears and ran up the stairs toward my bedroom. At the top of the landing, I crashed into a body I didn’t expect to be there. I started to fall backward, but two strong hands grabbed hold of my waist and pulled me in.
“Are you alright?” Lucas asked, my body still pressed close to his.
As soon as I regained my balance, I pulled away. “Yes, thank you.” I quickly wiped at my eyes. “I’m sorry, but I’m not feeling well. Would you mind if my grandmother showed you out?”
“Not at all.”
Not daring to look into his eyes, I booked it to my bedroom.
I should have let Austin stay up on that chair and make a fool of himself. My mistake was giving him a chance to try and talk me out of the five years I’d spent moving on from him.
