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“I’m sure you’ll have a lovely time though.” She looked down to her notepad and collected her things.
“Lucy.”
She glanced up.
The space between them practically disintegrated with the way he held her stare. She couldn’t look away. Could hardly catch her breath.
“I like you, Lucy. You’re doing a good job here.” He turned on his heel and disappeared down the hallway.
His words hung in the air like a promise.
* * *
Lucy’s phone rang at six o’clock the next Saturday. It wasn’t her morning to be at the station, and absolutely everything else could wait until she woke up. She reached over to her rickety nightstand and clicked off the ringer.
At six thirty, she couldn’t ignore the knocking at her front door. It continued as she threw her feet over the side of the bed and made her way through the cramped living room. She tossed back the orange curtain on her front door. William stood there on the porch, his gaze directed down. His right hand lay relaxed on the top of the doorjamb, and the tight tee he wore showed the ripples of muscle on his biceps.
“Mrrrrrrrrrow.” Mitzy sauntered into the room.
“No. Kidding,” Lucy replied, under her breath.
When he glanced up and caught her gaze, little spikes of desire pulsed in her veins. She dropped the polyester curtain.
Mrrrow indeed.
The scruff on his face announced he hadn’t shaved in days. Lucy was apparently into shaggy men, as of right that moment.
Way too early for this.
More knocking. “Saw you. Know you’re in there, Lucy.”
She drew the curtain back again.
He pointed to the handle and mouthed, “Open? Please?”
She opened the door a crack.
“Lucy, I need to talk to you,” he said through the thin opening.
“It’s too way early for conversation.” She ran a hand over her obnoxious morning hair.
He’d probably start talking about how me liked her again, and then she’d get all confused again, and her hormones would get wonky. It’d be a whole thing.
“I need your help. Bridgett’s sick,” he said.
A knot formed in Lucy’s belly. She released the safety chain and opened the door. “What happened?”
“We’re supposed to leave for Twin Lakes today, but she ate something with peaches, and apparently she’s allergic. I just came from seeing her. She’s all puffed up.”
Peaches? That sounded awful.
“Will she be okay?”
“They say she’ll be fine, but she needs to rest. I really need you to be my wife.”
The knot in her belly tightened, and she stepped backward into the living room. “It is way too early to discuss marriage, William.”
He followed her inside. His gaze traveled over her, and the edges of his lips ticked up. “Please, Lucy. I need a favor. And you look like you need caffeine. Where do you keep the coffee?”
