Page 78 of Scripted for Love and Poison
Divya dropped them off at the airport half an hour after that. She hugged Luke and Sol goodbye, then went on her way.
“She’ll be fine,” Sol told Luke, who was still eyeing Divya’s car driving away from the departures level of LAX.
“That’s what I’m worried about,” he joked.
“Okay, London Guy, let’s go home,” Sol said, holding his hand while they walked inside the terminal.
“Now that you mention home, we never discussed what the living arrangements are going to be,” Luke said as they lined up to check in Sol’s newfound suitcase. “And you know this proposal of yours means you’re stuck with me for the foreseeable future when it comes to Christmas.”
“I’m perfectly aware and looking forward to it.” She was.
“So, living arrangements?”
“I’m willing to look for a place together North of the Thames if you want,” Sol said, turning to look at his chestnut eyes. “Or you can come to Roupell Street.”
“Your place,” Luke said, tentatively.
“Let’s make itourplace,” Sol said.
“The idea of house hunting in London sounds as attractive as getting my teeth pulled,” Luke admitted.
“Or getting a thousand paper cuts,” Sol agreed. “Soourplace at Roupell Street?”
“I’m going to pay you rent,” Luke said.
“The house is paid for. There’s no rent. We can share the other expenses, but it’s good to save a bit, no?”
“You know I’ve been a bit tight on money?”
“You told me! So yes. I know how to pay attention and listen too. I’ll admit that half of the time, I’m completely and utterly clueless. But I care about you, Luca. No, I love you. So yes, I pay attention when it comes to you. Probably only when it comes to you, really.”
“In the last couple of weeks, you’ve managed to make me enjoy being in Los Angeles, and now I’m agreeing to live South of the Thames.” Luke sighed. “Sol Novo, I hope you realize I’m a changed man.”
“Oh, I know that I got an upgrade,” she said, teasing.
He grinned, arrogantly. “There wasn’t much to be upgraded.”
“I’m perfectly aware,” she conceded. “Still got the upgrade.”
“Next please. Miss,” the airline employee called Sol as she and Luke were at the beginning of the check-in line.
“Miss, really?” Sol protested. “I’m forty-three!”
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“You got us upgraded to first class?” Luke asked her suspiciously while they boarded their London Heathrow–bound plane.
“I have lots of miles,” she explained. “It was easy, and we’ll be more comfortable.”
“You mean you’ll be able to sleep even more?” he asked.
“With a little bit of luck ...” Sol said. “You should try and get some rest too.”
“It’s barely afternoon!” he complained.
“Believe it or not, your body needs to get back to London time,” Sol said. “Should we negotiate flight interactions now?”
“Meaning?” Luke said, not knowing what she was referring to.
