Page 59 of Luke's Revenge (Walker Security - Lucifer's Trilogy 3)

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Ana

Luke drags me toward a black SUV and I tug on his hand. “Wait. Luke.”

He doesn’t wait. He uses brute force to propel us both forward. “No waiting, baby. I have a gut feeling I don’t like.”

These are words I understand. We’ve had this conversation. A gut feeling is never ignored. It exists for a reason, but I’m struggling with the idea that if I leave Kurt here, I leave all semblance of control. But gut feelings win. I know this. I stop fighting him. I keep pace, and when we’re inside the back of the SUV, it’s Adam who slides into the driver’s seat.

“Home?” he asks.

Luke catches my leg and drags me close to him, staring down at me as he says, “Yes. Home.”

Everything inside me turns to mush. I’ve never even been to New York City, but yes, home. Because anywhere with Luke is home. I touch his face. He catches my hand, his touch warm as he kisses my hand. I melt for him right here in the backseat of an SUV.

His arm slides around my shoulders and I sink against his warm body. The vehicle starts to move and I glance out of my window to watch Savage and Kurt in what appears to be a heated exchange. I’m pretty sure those two are going to come to blows, and I’m not going to try to stop what can’t be stopped. They’re two freight trains with no breaks.

Luke laughs. Adam as well. “Gotta love Savage. He keeps things interesting.”

I barely hear the words. Suddenly, I have nerves dancing in my belly, or perhaps ice skating on unsteady ice is a better description. I’m going to see the place Luke lives, and experience the life he created without me. Somehow that feels incredibly intimidating.

Almost as if Luke reads my mind, he cups my face and tilts my mouth to his, brushing his lips over mine, and then lingering there a moment before he releases me. It’s his way of saying we’re together in all things. It doesn’t wash away the nerves, but it somehow stirs more of a feeling of anticipation than uncertainty.

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Twenty minutes later, we pull up to a high-rise building, and Luke opens the door, offering me his, “Welcome to your second home, baby.”

My nerves do jumping jacks, and my palm presses to his, heat and tingly sensations sliding up my arm. He guides me to the ground and the chill of the night is damp and wet, so unlike the dry cold of Colorado, driving home the distance that was between us and not so long ago now. We enter the lobby which is all about black shiny tiles. Luke waves to the doorman and his arm is back around my shoulders.

Once we’re in the elevator, Luke punches in a high-level floor, and pulls me close. “I know you, Ana. You’re going to make this like some sign our lives are too separate to be together, but that is so far from the truth.”

My hand settles on his chest, and his heart thunders beneath my touch. He’s nervous, too, and this is really silly. We love each other. Nothing about me going to the place he lived without me changes that. “I know that, Luke.”

“Do you?”

“Yes,” I say firmly. “Yes, over and over.”

The elevator dings and so does my heart, as silly as that would sound to someone. Luke pushes off the wall and takes me with him. “Come on, baby.” He catches my hand and leads me out of the car, and down the hallway.

At the door, he hesitates. “I bought it thinking maybe one day, you’d come here, and want to stay.” He cups my face. “It’s not a ranch with horses, but—”

I push to my toes and kiss him. “It’s already perfect.”

He draws a breath and sets me in front of him, before punching a code into a panel and then opening the door.

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