“No.”
“You don’t have any social media accounts.”
“Actually, I used to have snapchat, but I don’t use it.”
He pulled a face.
“I just never really got into it.”
He didn’t react. Nervousness made her lick her lower lip but she wished he hadn’t when his eyes dropped lower and her whole body felt overheated again. He stared at her mouth like it was the answer to every question he’d ever posed in his life.
“What did you find out about me?” she asked, sounding nervous. Not because there was anything anyone could reveal that she wouldn’t want Luca to know, but because he was still staring at her lips and all she wanted to do was literally move from her seat to his, to straddle him and kiss him and yes, God, yes, to make love to him.
It terrified and excited her in equal measure. She tried to look away but couldn’t.
“You’re twenty four. You’ve lived in the same town all your life. You graduated high school with good grades but didn’t go to college. You lived with your dad, who recently passed away. I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you.” Grief lanced her unexpectedly. It was like that. She knew it could come at any time, from any direction, and was getting used to just accepting the sudden feeling that she was in freefall. It always stopped, eventually.
“You’ve worked menial jobs, locally.”
“Yes.”
“What I don’t understand is why.”
“Do you need to?”
His eyes finally left her mouth, travelling just a little higher, to latch with hers. “I’d like to.”
She appreciated his honesty. “It suited me.”
“That’s not an answer, Allegra.”
“Why do you do that?”
He cocked a brow in response.
“Nobody calls me Allegra.”
His eyes raked her face, setting her pulse alight. “It suits you.” He lifted a hand as though he couldn’t help himself, his finger tracing a line over her cheek. “There’s something musical about you. Lyrical.”
A memory split through her and she made an audible gasp. “You said that on the night we met.”
His brows knit together; was he going to refute it? “Yes,” he said, after a beat. “I believe I did.”
“You remember?”
“I’m starting to.” He moved his finger to her shoulder, pressed it there before sliding it down her bare arm, towards her wrist. “We danced.”
“Yes.” A warm frisson ran down her spine as that memory burst through her, too. Being held in his arms, their bodiesmoving as one. It was like a night out of time, a completely foreign and unexpected experience for Ally, who had never felt that sort of physical draw to anyone before.
“And for some reason, decided to get married.”
She swallowed convulsively. “I wish I could remember.”
His smile was mocking. “As do I.”
“Maybe our drinks were spiked.”
