93. Luke

Chapter 93

Luke

As I hoped,my words startle Natalie, snapping her out of her heavy thoughts.

Her eyes widen as she jerks her head around to look out the passenger window.

He’s not there—yet.

“Luke!” She breaks her hold of my hand and shoves at my chest.

“What?” I laugh.

“I don’t want to see him!” She scrambles to unbuckle herself, then leans forward and grabs the bottle between her feet.

“I know he’s hideous but⁠—”

She shoves at my chest again with her free hand, but this time I catch it.

I rotate her hand, then lean down and press a kiss over the pulse point in her wrist.

“You’re the worst,” she says without heat.

“Go have a nice brunch.” I let her go. “Top floor, closest door to the left when you get off the elevator.”

The way she looks at me warms every bit of my insides.

It’s appreciation. And fondness.

Natalie opens the door, and I try my best to hold in a laugh when she lets out a little yelp, seeing Jackson standing on the sidewalk.

He opens his mouth, but Natalie speaks first, letting out a high-pitched “Hi!” before rushing past him toward the building.