Honestly, I’m hoping he’ll want to cuddle every time. I try for a moment, but I can’t really picture anything better. And I have a couple of hours before I need to pick up the kids…
The door opens and Luc steps out in all his glory. All thoughts of kids and carpool are obliterated.
But Luc’s looking down, his brow knit just a little.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, tensing.
He looks up at me, his face clearing. “Nothing.”
I bite my bottom lip. “You sure?” I ask. “Doyouhave any regrets?”
He crosses to the bed, lifts the covers and slides in beside me. At once, I’m dragged into his embrace, and he kisses me solidly on the mouth. Luc pulls back and looks me in the eye.
“Believe me when I tell you that was the single best moment of my life.”
His eyes are clear, his brow smooth. I melt a little.
“Mine too.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
LUC
Cesar eyesme over his muffuletta. “That’s a weird-ass story, Luc.”
“You’re not helping.”
My best friend puts down his sandwich and wipes his fingers on his paper napkin. We’re sitting at a corner table in Chris’s Poboys, and I’ve just told him everything. About Millie. The Curse—even though it’snota curse. And what happened yesterday. I’ve tried to keep my voice as low as possible so we don’t snag the attention of any of the other lunch patrons. Like Cesar said, it’s a weird-ass story.
And I don’t know what to do.
“So, do I tell her?” The thought makes my fried oyster poboy congeal into a greasy ball in my stomach.
“That it broke?” Cesar gives me his bestare-you-crazy-amigolook. “What good would it do? It would just make her worry until she gets her period.”
I push my plate away and shut my eyes. I already know this. Millie will freak. It’ll send her into a tailspin. She may even throw something at me.
But keeping it from her feels wrong.
“Besides...”
I open my eyes to find Cesar leaning over the table, giving me a shit-eating grin. “Condoms are for fucking pussies.”
I glare at him. “That joke was old when we were juniors in high school.”
He just chuckles and picks up his muffuletta. “It’s still funny. And you look like you need a laugh.” He bites into the sandwich.
“I’m not laughing.”
Cesar rolls his eyes. “Look,” he says, talking around a mouthful. “I’m not trying to be a dick. Really.” He chews and swallows. “I can tell you care about this girl—”
“Love her,” I correct. “I fucking love her.”
His eyes narrow on mine like he’s seeing me for the first time. “Wow.”
I frown.“Wowwhat?”
Cesar shakes his head. “In all the years you were with Ronni, I don’t think you ever came out and told me you loved her.”
