It was blurry but I could still tell that Luke had a kickass view.
“Are you okay?” Sissy asked.
“Yeah, fine.”
“My phone says this number is blocked. Are you home?”
Shit.
I had to make a split-second decision. Lie to her or tell her the truth when the truth would both freak her out (her living room getting shot out and Dom, still her husband, being delivered a very scary message) and make her jump for joy (that I was standing in Luke’s t-shirt in his loft in LoDo).
I decided to hedge. “Listen, I’m really tired, I’ll call you tomorrow. Tell you all about it.”
“Did you find anything?”
I had to give her something and that something had to be something Luke, who I was certain was listening, couldn’t get anything out of. “Just an industrial-sized box of condoms in his nightstand.”
Silence.
“Sissy?”
“Guess he isn’t pining for me, hunh?”
“Sissy,” I said softly, feeling her pain as only best friends do and wishing she were closer so I could give her a hug.
“Get to sleep, it’s late. Tell me about it tomorrow,” she said.
“Okay.”
“I want to hear about the Luke thing tomorrow too. Ally called my cell, said something happened between you guys. She said he carried you through the reception area!”
Oh crap.
“Ally,” Sissy laughed. “She’s so full of shit.”
Oh crap!
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” I told her.
“Ava?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks. You’re the bestest best friend a girl could have.”
I smiled into the phone. That was worth getting shot at for.
“Later,” I said.
“Later,” and I heard her disconnect.
I looked at the phone and realized I didn’t know how to turn it off.
I didn’t have to wonder long, it was pulled out of my hand because Luke, again silent as a cat, was right beside me. He beeped it off as I stared at him and saw he was wearing nothing but a pair of dark (probably black) shorts that rode low on his h*ps but were long on his thighs.
I swallowed as he walked away and put the phone on the kitchen counter. Then he turned and started back to me.
Now what?