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“It doesn’t look like he’ll get to divorce Didi.”
He’d told her about that. Five attorneys had said the same thing. Colleen put her head against his shoulder. Poor Lucas, about to lose someone else. “You know what you should do?” she said, pulling back to look at him. “Threaten her reputation. She’d hate for anyone to know Joe wanted a divorce, even if he couldn’t get one. Especially Bryce. Maybe she’d do it if you said you’d keep it quiet. She could spin it however she wanted after he...passes away.”
Those pirate eyes smiled, and a second later, his mouth followed. “You’re a genius, Colleen O’Rourke.”
“I get that all the time,” she said.
“I bet you do.”
“I also hear ‘extremely pretty’ and ‘quite hot in the sack.’”
“I’d attest to that.”
“So would—”
“I don’t want to hear about that,” he growled. “The only thing I want to hear is that you never got over me.”
“Well. You can think that if you want.”
“It’s true.”
She smiled. “Let’s say that it is for the sake of your huge Latin ego.” She put her head on his shoulder again. Guilt twinged in her knees, and her smile faded.
Shehadslept with other men. Not that many, but if Lucas knew—
“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the best man’s toast,” the DJ said, and any further thoughts were cut off. She was with Lucas at a wedding, and he loved her. She was almost certain. She pushed any other, more complicated thoughts aside.
They toasted the bride and groom and had cake, and after Connor and she had done the electric slide, and when Emmaline Neal (St. Germain and vodka) had caught the bouquet, Lucas finally turned to her and said, “Come home with me.”
It was a command...a velvety promise of deliciousness.
Colleen grabbed her brother’s arm. “Walk Rufus for me?” she asked.
“Oh, gross. Listen, Campbell,” Connor growled. “Break her heart, and I’ll kill you. I mean it. The last time, you just—”
“Okay, okay, thank you for sharing,” Colleen said. “Bye, Con.”
They said goodbye to the happy couple and the Hollands, and then went off into the soft, sweet night air. A rumble of thunder came from across the lake, and a flicker of lightning lit the low-bellied clouds. Rain later tonight.
“It’s nice that you and Connor are still so close,” Lucas said as they drove down the Hill into town.
“Oh, yeah. How could we not be?”
“The flight from Chicago’s just over an hour.”
“I remember.” Buffalo-Niagara to O’Hare—how many times had she made that flight?
But wait a sec. What was he saying?
They were here, in front of the opera house. Lucas got out, opened her door and smiled. She tried to return it.
The flight being an hour...as in she could visit? Visit him? Visit Connor?
Well. They could talk about it inside. Or not. Maybe this was the exact conversation they should avoid.
They walked up to the second floor, and Lucas turned to her and kissed her, his hand on her neck. “I had a very nice time tonight,” he murmured.
“Your nice time is about to get better,” she said.
