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CHAPTER 17
LUCAS
Lucas was sitting on his couch watching a baseball game when a knock sounded at his door. Picking up his phone to check the time, he saw that it was almost 10 O'clock. Who would be knocking on his door this late?
As he rounded the corner he tried to look out of the window at the top of the door, but whoever it was wasn't tall enough to see. As he turned the handle and opened the door a wide grin spread across his face because it exactly who he was hoping it would be.
"Hey there, neighbor," he said as he folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame.
Her deep brown eyes met his as she gave him a crooked smile with half her lip trapped between her teeth, and damn, all he wanted to do was kiss her again.
"Do you want to come in?"
"Yeah."
He pushed off the door frame and held the door open inviting her in.
As she walked in, she took in his space. What he would give to know what she was thinking. He'd done a lot of work on his house over the years.
"Wow, this is just like my aunt's house, but nothing like my aunt's house," she said with wide eyes, taking it all in.
"Yeah, they have the same lay out, but I've put in some upgrades over the years."
"It looks really nice."
There was something about her that he couldn't quite put his finger on. She seemed... "Have you been drinking?"
The cutest little giggle bubbled out of her. She turned to him with a grin and nodded her head. "I was at book club and Hannah kept filling my glass."
"Book club, huh? I didn't know book clubs had alcohol."
"Only the best ones."
"Can I get you something to drink? Alcohol or otherwise."
"I think I'll just have some water."
"Coming right up."
He made his way into the kitchen and got her a glass of water. When he came back, she was in the living room looking at the guitar in the corner.
"Do you play?" she asked.
"No, I can play a few chords for a couple songs, but that's all. Do you play?"
She nodded. The wistful expression that crossed her face wasn't lost on him. "Play me something."
She shook her head slightly.
"Why not?"
She sat down on the couch and looked up at him with that plump bottom lip trapped between her teeth again. He sat next to her and waited for the answer.
"I haven't played since everything went down in Nashville."
"You're a songwriter, aren't you?"
"No, I'm a waitress."
