Page 13 of Silver Sanctuary
“You’d plan something where we could take Embrie?”
“Of course. I want her to come along. She’s a part of you, Lacy. I like spending time with her, too.”
Her hands tightened on his shoulders as his words washed over her. “Okay,” she whispered.
Nash’s smile sent her stomach tumbling. “Okay?”
“Yeah—Yes… I mean. I’d like that.”
“Good. How does Friday night sound?”
“At the end of the week?”
He chuckled. “Yeah, Lace. I wanted to ask what you wereup to tonight, but I know Embrie probably has homework and a bedtime she has to hit on a school night.”
Was this real life? She needed to pinch herself because surely she was in a dream. “Friday is good.”
“Good. Come on.” Nash slipped his hand over hers again and pulled her out of the alley. “Just so we’re clear, I really wanted to kiss you back there, but I want to make sure I impress you before I do.”
“I think you can check that requirement off your list there, soldier.”
“Lace, I was a sailor, not a soldier.”
“Hmm.” She shrugged. “I think maybe a ‘yes, ma’am’ would have been the right response. Do I get to tell you to drop and give me twenty now?”
Nash stopped, his eyes bouncing between hers as his mouth popped slightly open. “Careful, woman. Ask me to get on my knees for you again, and I won’t hesitate to complete your orders.”
She giggled, the heat from his words scorching a trail across her body. “I think I’m in a little over my head.”
Nash laughed. “Is there anything I should know for Friday night? Maybe your favorite food? Or anything Brie doesn’t like to eat?”
“We aren’t picky, I promise. I have an unfortunate allergy to sesame…”
He stopped walking. “You do? Shit! I should have asked before.”
“Why?”
“Because I almost kissed you, and I don’t know all the ingredients in everything I’ve had today.”
Lacy patted his chest, overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness. “I can always take a rain check.”
“This is the one and only. I’m cleaning out theoffice, my apartment, hell, I’m even going to tell Dolly to make sure there is safe stuff for us to eat there.”
“No, that’s so extreme. I know what to stay away from.”
Nash squeezed her hand. “How bad of an allergy are we talking? Lip injections from Hollywood’s finest plastic surgeon?”
She couldn’t hold back her smile. “I wish.”
“That bad?”
“It’s not great. My mom was never careful, so I was in the ER as a kid a couple times for it. Not enough to trigger child services to look into it, but enough to know I needed to learn what sesame was and watch my food for it.”
“Okay. I’ll figure out some options for Friday… You have an EpiPen in case I epically mess up, right?”
“You won’t mess up.” Lacy’s eyes dropped to the sidewalk, hoping Nash wouldn't press the issue.
But the second she heard him groan, she knew he was going to fuss about it. “You don’t have medicine? Lacy, your life could be at risk!”
