I nodded.
Riley threw a scowl at Luke who was back to looking unhappy in a way that made Riley’s scowl seem amateur. He got in his Pathfinder and took off. I turned to Luke.
Now he was glaring at me.
“You have something to give me?” I asked.
“In the house.”
“Luke, I need to get some work done, I haven’t had –”
“In the house.”
Jeez.
All right, in the house if that’s what he wanted. The sooner I did what he wanted, the sooner I’d get this over with.
I stomped up to the house and let us in. I walked into the living room, threw my keys and purse on the couch and turned to Luke.
“Okay, Luke, we’re in the house,” I put my hand out, palm up. “You have something to give me?”
“Who’s that guy to you?”
“Riley?”
“No, Jack Lemmon,” he said and I couldn’t help it, I laughed mainly because it was funny.
He advanced so fast, I barely got my feet coordinated to retreat. But I did, all the way across the living room until my back hit the wall and Luke came up close. One of his hands hit the wall by my head, the other one wrapped around my waist and pulled me into his body.
I stared at him, shocked breathless at his behavior and every thought flew from my head.
“You like playin’ games?” he asked and his eyes were shining dangerously.
“No.”
“You like yankin’ men’s chains?” he asked.
Holy crap. Where was this coming from?
“No!” I shouted.
“Lose weight, get contacts, dye your hair, become a knockout and make all the men pay who wouldn’t look at you before?” he clipped.
At his words, I lost it. I mean, how dare he?
“Fuck you!” I yelled.
“Why did you come to the offices yesterday?” he asked.
“Go to hell, Lucas Stark.”
His palm pounded on the wall next to my head and his face got right in mine so he was the only thing I could see and this scared the shit out of me.
“Don’t f**k with me, Ava.”
“I’m not f**king with you,” I whispered, totally freaked out.
“Who’s Riley to you?”