She gave him a last, longing look before turning and going to her rental car parked in the street.
Luke closed the door and leaned against it. That had been an absolute disaster. He wanted desperately to talk to Kelsey, but Paige’s words weighed heavy on him.
Did he have issues with intimacy? He knew she meant closeness in a romantic relationship and not just sex. But the sex was a red flag. There’d been an occasion when Paige had asked him to make love to her. Those two words had frozen him—he’d realized in that moment that he didn’t love her, not the kind of love she deserved, and wasn’t sure he ever would. From then on, he’d started to distance himself from her.
Would the same thing happen with Kelsey? He couldn’t know. He hoped not. He cared about her so very much. The thought of feeling that way about her, or rather,notfeeling that way made him queasy. He tried to think back and recall if he’d felt that way at the start with Paige. She was the longest relationship he’d ever had. He’d dated someone in college for a year or so, but they’d never been serious.
Apprehension wove through him. He’d been angry with the way Paige had shown up without warning and her feeble attempt at blackmail, but he’d also seen her hurt. He hadn’t meant to cause her pain. When he thought about inadvertently doing that to Kelsey after she’d already suffered so much…
He closed his eyes and knocked his head back against the door. After a few minutes, he took a deep breath and went to the kitchen to clean up the breakfast he no longer felt like eating.
He stalked to the bedroom and took in the rumpled sheets. Memories of last night and this morning rushed over him, sparking his desire for Kelsey—both physically and emotionally. He had no idea where they were going, but he wanted to find out.