Page 10 of The Switch: A Friends To Lovers Romance

Ashanti tapped her chin. That was weird. Luke loved this café more than anything in the world. What would make him take a night off?

Michelle.

Ashanti’s chest filled with excitement. She whirled on the kid. “What’s your name?”

He looked unsure but hesitantly offered, “Weng.”

“Weng, you have a great night.” She turned and headed for the door.

“Wait! Aren’t you going to buy anything?”

She waved in response and slipped through the door.

Luke was on a date. Why didn’t he tell her?

She slid into her car and dialed his number immediately. Ashanti squirmed as she listened to it ring. When he finally picked up, she whispered—“You look like you’re having a nice time.”

“Ashanti?” In the background she heard the tinkle of silverware against china and the soft buzz of conversation. “Where are you? How did you know?”

She laughed at the panic in his voice as she imagined him glancing around to find her. “All your questions will be answered in time.”

“What does that mean?” Luke hissed.

“If you want to continue your evening without any, ehem, interruptions, I suggest you drive straight over to my house when you’re finished with Miss Michelle.”

“Ashanti,” Luke growled.

She hung up on him and headed home. Thirty minutes later, Luke showed up at her front door.

Her jaw dropped when she saw him. “Why are you here so early?”

“I couldn’t concentrate thinking you’d spring over at any moment. As instructed, I’m here. So tell me how you knew.”

“When did you get so serious about Michelle?”

He wiggled his finger. “I asked first.”

“Weng.”

“Weng?” Luke made a face. “My cousin Weng told you?”

“He’s your cousin? I didn’t know.”

“Wait, that doesn’t make sense. I only asked Weng to watch the store for me. I didn’t give him any details.”

“Luke, I’m a soon-to-be award-winning journalist. I put two and two together.” She looked him up and down. “You look nice by the way.”

His white dress shirt clung to his lean shoulders. His long legs, dressed in dark blue jeans, were planted on the floor. Luke’s fingers brushed through his thick black hair that had been coiffed away from his forehead.

It caught her by surprise. Luke’s uniform was a T-shirt and jeans. From junior college through to university, she’d rarely seen him this dressed up. Maybe for graduation, but not for a date.

“Don’t try to change the subject,” Luke said.

“I’m not. You look really handsome.”

He stalked over to the sofa and sat down.

“Are you angry with me?” She followed him to the living room.

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