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“Everything okay?” I ask, sliding next to them and trying to give an unaffected smile, but surely failing.
They eye each other for a minute, and I feel some sort of alpha male aggressiveness brooding between them. A tension that radiates outward from Lucas.
“Wyatt and I were just talking about his sister,” Lucas bites out.
I look back and forth between them.
“Is everything okay with Ivy?” I ask, still feeling confused, but also concerned that something’s wrong with the adorable girl that I’m quickly becoming a fan of.
Finally, Wyatt takes a step back, his shoulders dropping.
He looks at me. “She’s fine. But I need to head home. I forgot I have some plans tomorrow.”
I nod. “Okay.”
Wyatt rests a hand on Lucas’ shoulder. “We’re on the same team,” he says. “Ipromiseyou.”
He grabs his jacket from one of the chairs, then steps over to me.
“I’ll call you soon,” he says, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek, before heading through the crowd and out the door.
I don’t realize my eyes track him the entire way until Lucas says my name.
I look back in his direction, still feeling a little lost when I see the tight smile on his face.
“Let’s have a drink,” he says.
I nod and walk with him back to the table, wondering what I’m missing.
And whether I’ll ever find out.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Hannah
I wake to a knock at my bedroom door.
Stretching my sore muscles, I roll over and glance at the clock on the wall, seeing that it’s still pretty early.
“Come in,” I say, my voice sleepy and slightly muffled by the pillow my face is still pressed into.
I didn’t realize how exhausted I would be. Working a double shift, staying at The Wave until almost two o’clock, and then walking and biking home? I didn’t fall into bed until way past my normal bed time, and it isfartoo early for me to be getting up.
But I’m pretty sure it’s Lucas on the other side of that door. And if he’s knocking this early, something’s going on.
“Morning,” he says, holding two cups of coffee.
Of course he stayed out way later than I did and he looks like he got ten hours of sleep.
Asshole.
“Hey,” I say, sitting up slowly and pulling my rat’s nest of hair up into a messy knot at the top of my head. “What’s up?”
“Just checking in. Thought you might like some coffee.” He hands me a cup, then takes a seat on the edge of my bed.
Not a big coffee person, I just hold the mug in my hands in silence while Lucas takes a sip from his.
“Did you have fun last night?’ he asks.
