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But that would have been a lie.
He wanted answers.
“Why did you leave?”
She stood here and he could see her mind working.
Caroline was thinking it through over and over again.
“Just tell me, Caroline. You don’t need to come up with the right answer.”
He heard the sharp edge in his voice and wished he could take it back. Being impatient was something he was in the kitchen, but he’d spent years of his life raising a child and yes, it did take quite a bit of patience to do that, but all of those years seemed to fall away and he was standing there, wanting answers for a night over a decade before.
“Are you asking about today?”
He drew back as her voice reached his ears. What was she thinking?
Or worse yet, what if that night was truly behind her?
“That,” he gave her the out, “or that night at the Bulldog.”
“That,” she mimicked his tone, “was a long time ago.”
He wanted to grab her, but none of his urges were hurtful.
He wanted her against him.
Under him.
He wanted to know if there was any truth to the dreams and fantasies that he’s had over the years.
But he also knew that was not something he would tell her now.
No. Not now.
Caroline stepped back, holding the door open. “You should come in.”
His blood rushed through his veins.
Going inside her house wasn’t going to make things any easier on him.
Being surrounded by her things, he surmised, would only put him even more on edge. “We can talk here,” he suggested, “we’re not going to raise our voices.”
Her eyebrows rose as her eyes rounded beneath them. “That’s a nice thought. I wasn’t expecting that we’d raise our voices inside either, but I’m not going to give my neighbor something to talk about.”
Caroline lifted a hand between them and pointed off to her left.
Lucas started to turn his head to look in that direction, only to have her poke that finger in his chest. “What?”
“Don’t look!”
He lifted his hand and started to point in that direction. “But you pointed-”
The rest of his words died on his lips as she grabbed his shirt front and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him.
“Do you have any idea how small this town is?”
Lucas looked down at her hand and felt her knuckles brushing against his stomach as he breathed. “I moved here, didn’t I? It’s was pretty much the farthest thing from New York or Los Angeles. If I was going to have to move somewhere and settle down, I didn’t want the craziness of gridlock traffic or paparazzi.”
