Page 84 of The Singles Club
The thought of getting into my pajamas and curling up on the couch as soon as I got home from work sounded more appealing at the moment, but I couldn’t give up the chance to gloat… even just a little bit. Isabella had finally caved.
V: It has to be tonight. Tomorrow is dance lessons.
I: Okay, I’ll let her know. How does 7 at Longfellow sound?
V: Great.
I: See you there.
Pam buzzed me.
“Hi, what’s up?”
“Ah… Lucas Freeman is here to see you.”
What?
“Oh. Okay… send him in.”
That news sent a spark of adrenaline through me, and I sat up straight in my chair, waiting for his usual two quick knocks.
“Come in.”
He opened the door and hesitated to cross the threshold. “Hi.”
“Hi.” I stood up. “Please, come in.”
Lucas walked in and sat down in the chair across from my desk. The last time he came here, we practically violated the desk in the heat of the moment.
I slowly planted my butt on the edge of my chair.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Fine… and, ah, thank you for taking care of the medical expenses.”
He smiled. “Thank you for not suing me. The tabloids would’ve loved that one.”
“You know better.”
“I do.” He clasped his hands together on his lap. “I know things didn’t end well between us, and I—”
“Lucas, you don’t have to do this. It’s fine.”
It was my fault, anyway.
“I know. Taylor convinced me to come here.” He chuckled. “I don’t know how she does it.”
“Taylor?”
“My fiancé.”
Oh. Huh?
“Your fiancé convinced you to come here?”
“She thinks we need to sort a few things out.” The warmth in his smile was unmistakable. He was in love with her. “She’s a bit on the unconventional side.”
I swallowed. “I am sorry, Lucas. For everything that happened.”
