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I cocked my head. “Then… what?”
A phone suddenly buzzed — his phone — rescuing him from my line of questioning. Luke glanced at it and I saw his eyes change. He sat up.
“Sorry, but I need to go.”
I chuckled, gesturing back to my own nakedness. “So… hit and run?”
“Something like that.”
I let out a long, exaggerated sigh. In response, he rolled over and kissed me. “Remember,youwere the one who dragged me into the loft.”
“Dragged?”
“Uh huh,” Luke winked. “You took total advantage of me.”
“If I remember correctly,” I pointed out, “you built this place just so you could kiss me here.”
“I did,” he admitted, reaching for our scattered clothing. “And I will. Plenty more times.”
“Hmmm.”
Just then a pair of panties hit me in the head. I rolled onto my back and slid my legs through them, as my shirt landed nearby.
“We all meeting up at the funeral?” I asked carefully.
Luke pulled his jeans up over his magnificent abs and zipped them up. He paused mid-button.
“Yeah. I guess so.”
I winced a little before asking the next question. “You… talk to Warren?”
He didn’t look back at me. He only continued dressing, pulling his shirt over his head.
“I just don’t think I could do this without everyone,” I added. “Elizabeth was a part of all of us. It wouldn’t seem right if—”
“Don’t worry,” he assured me stoically. “We’re all gonna be there.”
I examined his expression, trying to gauge his reaction to potentially seeing the others. It didn’t seem to bother him. However, there seemed to be something else. A sudden aloofness I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
“Well thanks for breakfast,” I said, standing up. “And also… lunch.”
Luke smiled and winked again. “C’mon. Let’s get you back to your hotel.”
Fifteen
KAYLA
The trail was still the same, only less used and more overgrown. It wound the forest like it always did, only now I found myself ducking branches and keeping track of my footing as I jogged along the old exercise path.
Three, Kayla.
Elizabeth’s funeral wasn’t until six. I had the whole afternoon to kill.
You hooked up with allthreeof them.
I was a little shocked and surprised by my actions, but oddly enough I didn’t feel any regret. I had history with all three of them. Deep, meaningful history that somehow never fully got resolved. Warren had slipped away after our breakup, at a time when I’d been pretty sure we still belonged together. And Luke had rolled in at exactly the right time, taking me on the rebound.
Both men had loved me, and then they abruptly took off. So all these years later? What happened between us was merely unfinished business. The inevitable result of a still-electric mutual attraction, sure. But also the fact that we’d never had any closure.
