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“You’re on birth control. Have been for years. I can’t have kids. Fixed that as soon as I turned eighteen,” he says, then starts wiping between my legs.
“How did you know I was on birth control? Did I tell you?” I ask, looking down at him.
“No, I obtained your health records.”
I don’t even know what to say to that.
“You can’t have kids?” I ask.
He glances up at me through his lashes. A man like him, on the floor on his knees in front of me, wiping between my legs. He leans in, and his lips skirt over my pussy before he kisses it, then inserts his tongue. A moan leaves my lips. but I still manage to say, “Lucas, you can’t have kids?”
He hums between my legs, and I move my hand to grip his hair.
“You smell divine,” he says, licking me again.
“Lucas, stop! We just had sex.”
“Best date ever,” he says, kissing me again one more time, his tongue doing a final sweep before he pulls back. “All clean.” He stands. “No, I can’t have kids.”
“What if you change your mind?” I ask. “Can you reverse it?”
“Will you change yours?” he fires back at me.
I shake my head. “No. That’s one thing I am certain about, with or without my memory. I do not want to bring a child into this world.”
“That makes two of us.” He heads back to the table. “Come, let’s have cake.”
And we do.
With a pile of romance books next to us as well as some crime fiction.
The ones I came on, to be precise.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Lucas
Doors are slammed, and I know what’s happening before she even looks up from tasting her chocolate cake.
“How did you do all this?” she asks, looking around.
“I know the owner. I helped her purchase the store.” She raises a brow. “I never fucked her,” I tell her.
Chanel smiles, pleased with my answer. “So why did you help her?”
I sit back in my chair and reach for my gun that’s on the table and slide it back into my pants.
“She reminded me of me… fucked-up father, wanting to leave. I don’t go out of my way to help people, don’t get this twisted. She would recommend books at another bookstore I went to. I eventually came in so much that she started talking to me, and you know that’s not an easy feat.”
She laughs, puckering her lips and nodding her head.
“And she told me about this place, and I happened to be driving past one day, and well, I helped. The rest is history. Plus, on the side, she sends all the new books I like straight to me.”
“That’s…” she shakes her head, “… awfully nice from someone who’s known for being an asshole.”
“What can I say?” I smile as I hear footsteps getting closer. She still doesn’t notice them, but I do. It’s my job to notice, so I stand, and she follows, stepping closer to me.
Her gaze falls to the gun at my hip.
