“You need to talk to Luke,” he told me.
I nodded. He was right, I needed to talk to Luke. I didn’t want to but I sure as hell needed to.
“Are you two gonna be okay?” I asked.
“He keeps his distance, yeah. He keeps at this game, no.”
Hmm.
That didn’t sound good. That sounded like I was Yoko Ono to the Nightingale Investigation Team’s Beatles. I didn’t want to be the woman who f**ked up the band.
“I’ll talk to him,” I said then went for another, much safer topic (at least I thought it was safer, but I was very, very wrong). “How long have you been here?”
“About an hour. The minute Bobby walked in, I took off.”
“Why didn’t you wake me when you got here?” I asked.
“I was pissed. I needed to calm down before I talked to you.”
“You could calm down lying na**d in bed with me?” I queried in disbelief.
“Lots of ways to work through anger, Jules, and I’m learnin’ that I like the way you work through it a lot.”
I blinked at him. Then I remembered the grin I thought I saw before he slid inside me.
“You knew we were going to have sex,” I breathed as the realization hit me
I caught the grin this time, full-on.
My body tensed and my blood started pumping through my veins. “How could you know we were going to have sex? We were broken up!” I shouted, trying to pull away but his arms got tight and his brows drew together.
“We weren’t broken up. I was givin’ you time to get your head sorted,” he said.
Um.
What?
“We were broken up,” I repeated.
“We weren’t,” he repeated right back at me.
“We most certainly were,” I snapped.
“Jules, for f**k’s sake, you don’t kiss a woman that you’ve broken up with good-bye.”
This gave me pause for reflection because it made sense.
Still.
Before I could say anything, he went on. “At the cabin, we made up.”
“At the cabin, we were saying good-bye.”
He stared at me for a beat then his brows unknitted and he started laughing.
Laughing!
I yanked back and gained some space. He yanked me forward and took it away.