When I raised my gaze to his, an apology shone back from the depths of his gray eyes.
It didn’t stop the edge from entering my voice, though. “I didn’t ask.” I didn’t want details. Thinking about him with another woman—especially one who looked likethat—wasn’t something I was keen to do.
Luke studied me. “You don’t need to be jealous, Mina. I’ve never cheated on a woman, and I don’t plan to start now. Taylor’s my past, and she can stay there.”
While my heart skipped in delight that he didn’t want to go running back to that brunette bombshell, I couldn’t help but compare myself to her.
“I’m not jealous,” I denied, hoping I put enough conviction in my voice to make him believe me, because it certainly wasn’t the truth.
One sandy eyebrow quirked.
“I’m not.” The words were firm, but I couldn’t hold his gaze. Instead, I glanced back at the coffeeshop. “I need to get back to work.” Twisting my arm, gently, I backed out of his grasp. My heart wanted to believe him, but my mind couldn’t help but wonder what a man like him, who could have a woman like Taylor Bray, would want with someone like me. I was no slouch in the looks department, but I was a far cry from the young, highly polished woman who just drove away.
“Mina.” He reached for me again, but I was already too far away. The call of his name from within the café building stopped him from moving forward. He glanced toward the door.
“You better go see what they need.” I nodded toward the windows. “I’ll see you later.” Not waiting for a reply, I spun around and hurried away.
