Page 46 of Secrets Bared
Grace smiled, and the moment had passed. “Well, you’re going to knock Luke’s socks off.”
“Thanks.” Maggie closed the bathroom door, untied the dress, and hung it back up, then changed back into her street clothes. “I want to get back to the Haven and shower.”
“Do you need to borrow some make up?”
Maggie called out as she pulled her clothes back on. “Nah. I’m going to stop at the pharmacy and grab some things on the way.”
Grace put the shoes into a bag, hanging them off the dress hanger, then followed Maggie out to her car. “Have fun tonight.”
“Thanks.” Maggie opened the driver’s door and slid into her seat. When Grace leaned over, she rolled the window down.
“Remember what I said. You don’t have to be nervous around him.”
Maggie nodded. “I appreciate that.”
“And I expect details tomorrow!” Grace gave her a salacious wink and walked back to her bakery.
She could feel the blush spreading over her cheeks and down her neck as she pulled out of the parking space. Her insides felt like they were going to vibrate right out of her body with excitement. The possibilities were endless.
Chapter 13
Lukeracedhomeafterthe breakfast shift at the diner, eager to get ready for his date. Mom wheeled in on the knee scooter she’d got from the specialist as he was taking his shoes off at the door.
“Luke! How was the diner?”
“Busy, as usual.” He leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek. “Can I borrow your iron?”
“Of course. What do you need it for?”
“My clothes are still a bit wrinkled from traveling.” He ran upstairs to his room and pulled a pair of charcoal gray pants from the hanger. Then he debated back and forth as to which dress shirt to wear. He decided on the navy blue one and carried them both downstairs to the laundry room, past the watchful eyes of one Deborah Graham.
“Luke? Where are you going tonight?” She followed him down the hall, her good leg pushing her scooter along.
“That steak house over towards State College.” He pulled the ironing board down from the wall above the washing machineand poured water into the iron. Then he started it heating while he laid his pants out first.
“Luke Graham, do you have adate?” Shrewd blue eyes gawked at him.
“Uh, yes. Yes, I do.” His palms started to sweat. Would Mom be mad?
“With who?” Right now, she was confused. He hadn’t dated much when he lived in Hawthorn Hills. In fact, he hadn’t dated much… period.
Luke winced. “Maggie.”
Instead of glaring, Mom lit up. “Really?”
Now it was his turn to be confused. “You’re not mad?”
“Mad? Why would I be mad?” Mom clenched her fists on her hips. “She’s a sweetheart.”
Luke ran a hand through his hair. “She’s your employee, though.”
“Who cares? You’re not her boss.”
He breathed a sigh of relief as the iron light changed to green, letting him know it was ready. “Okay. Good.”
“Does this mean what I think it means?”
Luke focused on getting the wrinkles out of his pants. “What would that be?”
