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“Should I?”
She tilted her chin. “Yes.”
He kissed her, although he wanted to kiss her somewhere else, and it probably wasn’t the pair of lips she had in mind.
ChapterTwelve
“Rai, we’re here.”
Raina blinked.
Dark roads, bright headlights, and gradually uncongested highways had become a well-lit basement parking garage stocked with high-end luxury vehicles.
“Delilah used to live in this building.” She pointed to a space a few rows down. “Those were her two spots. She started with one, and then Miguel started coming up here regularly.”
Lucas opened his door. “She’s the first medical student I’ve ever shared a residential location with. If it happens again, I’m leaving the state.”
He exited the car.
She did the same, and he stopped in the middle of rounding the front bumper as if he’d been coming around to open her door. It was a chivalrous gesture, and she appreciated his thoughtfulness, but she’d been on the go since she was eighteen.
He rerouted to the trunk. “Go on up. I’ll wait for Delilah. I asked her to bring your things as discreetly as possible.”
It wouldn’t matter.
Miguel, her siblings, and her sister-in-law all suspected she had feelings for Lucas. J.R., barely a year old, probably did as well.
“Use the private elevator,” he added. “I added the information to our notes file. You already have access.”
“So, what you’re telling me is, Delilah knows about us,” she said.
“Sort of.”
“Does she know we’re married?”
“Of course not.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Fine. Yes, I told her, but do you know how much more challenging this will be if at least one other person doesn’t know? Especially Delilah.”
“You’re not wrong, there.” She collected the bags she’d accumulated all week from the backseat, gifts from companies and designers filled with the outfits she’d worn today, goodies, and treats she was supposed to share for the next month via social media.
Lucas stopped her with a hand. “I’ll get those. You take the food upstairs.” He motioned to the building. “Go and get off your feet. You’ve been working hard all week.”
“So have you.”
“Then, once I’m done down here, I’ll come up and we’ll de-stress together.”
“And exactly how would we do that?”
He shrugged. “I’m sure we’ll figure something out.”
She headed for the elevator, shaking her head and walking backward until something hard and soft collided with her back. Then she heard an “Oof” followed by a feminine, “I’m so sorry.”
She turned around.
A woman wearing a matching workout set removed a pair of over-the-ear headphones. A sweatband obscured her hairline, and she’d pulled her dark hair back into a thick ponytail.
