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“Give me five reasons Raina wouldn’t come back. Five measurable reasons, not speculation.”
“North Carolina is her home.”
“Not measurable.”
“The mortgage on her place—”
“Doesn’t exist. It’s a modest cottage-style home she bought, renovated, and paid off about three years ago.”
“I don’t like this game.”
“Because you don’t like to lose. Games or people.”
“Who does?”
Delilah slid onto his desk. “Dr. S, Raina likes you, and you’re clinically obsessed with her. That’s a lot of leg to stand on.”
“Again, why am I discussing these things with you?” he asked, although it was nice to have someone not keen on judging him to vent to.
“Who else would you discuss it with?”
“My diary.”
Laughing, she grabbed a miniature Kit-Kat from yet another unnecessary candy dish he kept on his desk and extended it in his direction. She didn’t let up until he took it, opened the package, and popped it into his mouth. Eating candy probably suited him and his current state of childish behavior.
“Want to hear something funny?” she asked.
“No.”
“I’ve done this with my brother countless times, talked him through his feelings and helped him process his emotions. If you need a good cry,” she tapped her shoulder, “I’m here for you.”
“You’re joking,” he glanced up at her, “but I appreciate it.”
“It was scary for me too, Dr. S.”
“What was?”
“Falling in love.”
The door to the lecture hall opened.
Emmaline entered, pausing before descending the steps, and he figured the entire scene had to be unusual. She’d never seen him do anything as casual as allowing a student to sit on his desk.
While he didn’t care what anyone thought about him, he didn’t want those same people thinking something inappropriate was going on between him and Delilah. He’d already had to set John Nelson straight a couple of times.
“Miss Daniels, right?” Emmaline approached as if he and Delilah regularly spit venom at interlopers. “Can I speak to Luke privately for a moment?”
Delilah slid off his desk. “Of course.”
She grabbed her things, and he watched her leave, knowing she would be waiting just outside to further torment him about his infatuation with her sister.
The kid was special.
He stood. “What can I do for you, Em?”
Emmaline leaned her hip against the side of his desk. “I came to check on you. You didn’t seem like yourself when we ran into each other this morning. Is it,” she drew a circle on the desktop, “the mystery woman?”
“She’s not a mystery.”
