Luke raised his ice tea in a toast. “Do you want me to?” he teased.
“God no. I was kidding.” Maybe if she changed the subject really fast, he’d forget all about it. “Did I tell you what Mr. Slimy Boss said to me last week?”
“So, who was it?” Luke asked, his mind alarmingly single track.
Lily tried another tack. “I’m mad at you,” she lied.
Luke sat back into the plush leather booth, knowing exactly what she was talking about. “I’m really sorry Lily. I got called into the ER right after we got off the phone. I didn’t know what else to do. Was Travis a class-A jerk?”
She fought back the blush that threatened to overtake her again. “No,” she said, “not really. He was actually pretty, um…” Lily searched desperately for the right word. “Nice.”
“Nice?” Luke raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t sound like my twin. Not at all.”
Oops, Lily thought silently. She should have said he was a jerk. But last night he had been so far from a jerk, he had done such wonderful things to her, that she couldn’t blaspheme him like that.
Lily kept her expression bland. “You know him. He had all of the models swarming around like flies.”
“Uh-huh. And what did he do to you?”
Lily swallowed, but her mouth had gone completely dry. She downed half of her ice tea in one gulp. She slammed the glass down a little too hard on the retro fifties Formica tabletop.
“Oh you know, the usual,” she said, but it was hard to lie convincingly as she was faced with vision of Travis’s hard, slick body above hers, his tongue in her mouth, his c**k so deep within her.
“I’ll kill him,” Luke said.
Lily gasped with alarm. “No really, Luke, he was fine.”
Luke didn’t look happy, but thankfully, he let it go. “So,” he said, leaning over conspiratorially, “tell me about your new lover boy.”
Lily couldn’t stop the smile that stole across her face. “Nothing much to tell,” she said, trying for nonchalance. “Just a one-night stand.”
“You? A one-night stand?” Luke said, clearly incredulous. “That’s a first, isn’t it?”
It was unreasonable, but Lily felt slightly insulted by that. “Oh, I see. I’m the have a dozen kids, bake a zillion chocolate chip cookies for PTA meetings, drive a minivan to soccer practices type, aren’t I?”
Luke’s eyes widened, and he backed off the table a couple of inches. “I didn’t mean anything by it, Lily.”
She immediately felt guilty for laying into him. Luke had to be shocked by her strange behavior.
“Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I guess I’m a little tired from the late night. Can we talk about something else?” Lily pleaded.
Besides, if Luke ever found out about her and Travis, she wasn’t sure whom he’d kill first—her or Travis.
Unfortunately, Luke’s sixth sense that something was irrevocably changed about Lily was too strong for him to ignore, and he was like a dog on a hunt for a bone.
“Okay, I’ll stop bugging you. But only if you tell me the guy’s name. Just in case I know him. That way I can see if you need to make it a two-night stand or if he’s a loser, and I need to get rid of the guy for you.”
Lily flushed a thousand shades of red as she desperately tried to come up with a name. “Um, it was, um…”
Luke looked shocked and not a little concerned. “You don’t even know the guy’s name? What happened to you last night?”
“Tony,” she blurted out. “His name was Tony.”
Luke stared at Lily with the oddest look on his face. Any second he was going to see through her lie.
Five, four, three, two…
“Oh no,” Luke said. Lily’s heart sank to the shiny black-and-white-checkerboard floor. His voice dropped low and scary. “You slept with Travis.”