Page 68 of Happenstance
He smiled when I got out of the car. “Hey, perfect timing. I was just about to ring the doorbell.”
“Hi,” I waved and walked over. “I’m surprised to see you here.”
“It’s not too weird, is it? I heard what happened in school today and wanted to make sure you were okay. And,” he nodded at the plant, “It’s kind of a tradition where I come from to bring friends house warming presents.”
Okay, that was sweet.
“Well, thank you.” I smiled up into his bright eyes and grazed my fingers over one of the leaves. “Would you like to come in?”
“I’d love to.”
We walked inside and Luke handed me the plant, which looked absolutely perfect on the table by the door. I had to hand it to him, he had impeccable taste. It was simple and exquisite. I led him into the kitchen, where I poured us both a cup of lemonade, and we chatted for a bit. I don’t think Luke had made many friends in Ashen Springs, and it was nice to have a normal conversation. He was one of the few people that didn’t bring up my pregnancy, or my abrupt move in with Parker. When I was with Luke, I was just Lana. And I missed being just Lana.
“I met Naomi’s mom today.”
“Oh God.” I rolled my eyes. Mrs. Prescott was almost as bad as her daughter, and the woman had a reputation. “Please tell me she didn’t hit on you.”
“She didn’t just hit on me, she outright offered to suck me off.” He took a sip of his lemonade and shook his head, “Right there on the field.”
I watched his dark hair flop forward and thought about Naomi’s mom. She was pretty, tall, and blonde like her daughter, and Luke was cute. It wouldn’t be the worst girl he could have a fling with. Jasmine’s mom, on the other hand…
“Did you take her up on it?”
He scowled. “God no.”
“Why not? She’s pretty, and you’re…” I clamped my mouth shut before I said something stupid.
Luke’s eyes sparkled back at me. “She’s not really my type.”
That was fair. As Mason would say, different strokes for different folks. That did get me thinking though. Luke Lannister had been in town for a while now, and I hadn’t seen him with anyone. A guy like him should have all kinds of rumors floating around. Whispers about late night rendezvous and secret meetings, but I hadn’t heard a single word in the gossip mill.
“What is your type?” I asked, genuinely curious. “Do you even have one?”
His lips tipped up as his eyes skimmed over me. “Oh, I have a type.”
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was eyeing me. But that couldn’t be right. Luke Lannister was the gorgeous new staff member girls admired, and I was just a girl. And a pregnant one, at that. My stomach was getting fat and my boobs were too big. Who would want that? I had to be imagining things.
“Has anyone told you,” he turned around on his stool and swept my hair behind my ear, “You have beautiful eyes.”
Shocked, I pulled back a bit and thickly swallowed. Nope, not imagining things.
“Luke,” I stammered, not quite sure what to say or how to react. “I… huh…”
“Tell me you haven’t thought about it.” His thumb grazed over my bottom lip, sending a shiver up my spine.
This is bad,Lana.
“Parker should be home any minute,” was all I could think to say.
“Good,” he leaned in and whispered, “I’d like to fuck him too.”
Oh my god.
“Care to run that by me!” a deep voice boomed through the room.
Uh oh, hubby’s home.
Chapter 23
