Page 70 of How Good It Was (Excess All Areas 3)

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Willow shook her head. “No. I actually feel like I could move mountains right now.”

Luke grinned. “Not sure that’s the best course of action at four months pregnant.”

They lay quietly for a minute. His hand stroking her shoulder, her hand over his stomach. A whisper of doubt danced in the corner of his mind. A faint voice telling him that the two of them hooking up was a bad idea. But he chose to disregard it.

Maybe it was a bad idea.

Maybe they were on a path to an epic train wreck. Or just maybe, it was the start of something that wouldn’t feel suffocating.

Something he could reconcile in his own mind.

“This changes things, doesn’t it?”

“It does. But this. You and me in bed. I’m here for it.” He placed a determined kiss on her forehead. For the next few days, he wouldn’t listen to the voice. He’d leave himself open to the idea of the two of them.

“Want to grab a shower with me and go out for brunch? There’s got to be some Shamaze-worthy place in London we can go film you in.”

Willow propped herself up on one elbow and looked at him, her eyes wide. “You’d do that? I thought you hated filming.”

He did.

“I do. But here’s the thing. You came with me last night, to a party you couldn’t drink at. It feels like we should do something for your career today.”

Her shoulders sagged a little. “I don’t want you to do it out of obligation, which is ridiculous, because our whole contract is predicated on you helping me out, I know.”

Luke kissed the tip of her nose. “I said it wrong. I don’t feel obligated. Come on, Will. It might even be fun. Just don’t make me dance, because that’s where I draw the line.”

Willow finally smiled. “Okay. Thank you. And perhaps before we leave this afternoon, I could spend an hour editing some of the video I took last night.”

“Or we can do this all over again, and you can work on the two-hour train ride home instead.” He reached for a lock of her hair and tugged her to him, kissing her softly.

“That sounds like a deal,” she muttered.

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