Page 75 of How Good It Was (Excess All Areas 3)

Like they belonged on the cover of a romance novel. Tattooed hands interlaced with her own French-manicured, thin, gold-ring-clad fingers. Holding something so special. Something they’d created.

She scrolled back to the top of the images to an image she’d seen earlier. One when he’d just gathered her hands in his, just before she’d sunk into the moment of them.

Another where his hands were on her bump—she was looking down at them while Luke looked straight into the camera. His blue eyes piercing, his hair just a little ruffled.

She flopped back in the chair for a moment.

Could she really go ahead with this?

Could she tell the world their news this way? Wouldn’t it be better as a private thing?

“How are you doing?” Luke said, knocking on her door and pushing it open.

“Good,” she said, pasting a smile on her face.

Faker.

“Which one did you pick?” he asked.

She tipped her chin in the direction of the screen. “This one.”

“Pretty. Can you send me that one?” He pointed to one where they were laughing, the side profile of her bump visible.

“Sure. Why?”

Luke shrugged. “I just like it. Less staged. More you.”

“More me?”

“Yeah, flower. When you smile at me like that, I’d do pretty much anything you wanted.”

“Good to know.”

“Yeah. Probably shouldn’t have told you that.”

Willow sent Luke the image he wanted and loaded the picture she intended to use into her scheduler app for all platforms. “Ready?” she asked.

Luke put his finger over hers and they clicked the button together.

“You still want to go out for dinner?” Luke asked.

Willow stood. “I do.”

“Good. I ordered a ride.”

A few moments later, they were seated inside. Unable to resist, she pulled out her phone and checked their status, scrolling through the comments that were already beginning to appear. Happy comments. Likes.

After a few minutes, a notification from Luke’s user ID appeared.

She clicked on the post he’d tagged her in. It was the image of the two of them laughing.

New release coming mid-November. #duototrio #willowsdilf

A notification of a private message from Luke appeared at the top of her screen. Unable to bite it back, she grinned and opened the text.

Join me at The Ivy instead of hanging out online?

She turned off her phone, slid it into her purse, and turned to face him. “You’re my dilf?”

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