Page 70 of A Little Luck

“I can’t believehow good this is.” We’re sitting in the bed with the tray again, only this time it holds glasses of wine and plates of pan-seared grouper and fall vegetables. “I can only fry hamburgers and scramble eggs. Oh, and I can grill cheese.”

He takes a bite of the flaky fish. “The caterer was always overbooked and understaffed, so I was constantly pulled into the kitchen. Then, I don’t know, I guess I liked doing it.”

“You can do all the cooking at my house.”

He glances at me briefly before taking a sip of wine. “I’ll do the cooking. And whatever else you need doing.”

Setting my clean plate on the nightstand, I take my glass of wine and lean into his chest. “I like the sound of that.”

We’re both naked from the waist down, and I’m still in the black tank top I wore to work, although I stripped my bra off between our second and third round of orgasms.

He puts his plate aside as well, turning to face me in the bed. We’re both propped on pillows, and he reaches out to cup the side of my head, sliding his thumb above my brow.

“Are we talking about the future now?” His voice is quiet, and his eyes track the movement of his thumb over my skin.

Reaching out, I put my hand on his cheek. “Cass’s wedding is in three days. Can we talk about it after that?”

His eyes flicker to mine, and I love him so much. I just want to have him this way a little bit longer… just in case everything changes when he knows the whole story.

Even though I believe Drew, and I really do think it’s going to work out, that tiny sliver of glass, that shard of fear is still lodged in my heart.

“You didn’t really think I wanted to be with Jemima, did you?” He’s not smiling, and embarrassment heats my cheeks.

“She’s so flirty, and you’re so flirty, and I don’t know.”

“Piper.” The disappointment in his tone pinches my stomach. “You can’t be serious.”

“I don’t know.” My shoulders rise. “I’m as surprised by it as you are. I’ve never thought of myself as a jealous person.”

His brow lowers, and he studies me for a moment. “I guess I’d rather you care than not care, but you never have to be jealous about me.”

My lip goes between my teeth, and I have the strong desire to pull the blanket over my head. “I’m sorry?”

“Don’t apologize.” He turns to rest his back against the headboard again. “I want you to tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I know.” Soon I’m going to tell him everything, and I pray he’s true to his word.

“Your son asked me about boners today.”

“What?” The sudden declaration snaps me out of my fear.

“One of the older kids is getting boners for a girl on Netflix, so naturally he told everyone.”

“Everyone?”

“All the boys.”

“My poor baby.” I frown, putting my hands on my cheeks. “What did you say?”

“For starters, he’s not a baby anymore.” He grins, and that dimple pierces his sexy cheek. “I think I handled it pretty well. You’ll be comforted to know Ryan is not getting boners for little girls on Netflix… yet.”

“I can’t even think about that.” Leaning forward, I rest my forehead against his chest. “What would I do without you?”

“I gave you six weeks to figure it out.”

Sitting up again, I can’t tell if he’s joking or not. “We never talked about Hawaii. What was it like?”

He exhales, turning to face me. “It was beautiful.”

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