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“Lucas is really good,” said Andrea.
“He is,” I agreed, although I honestly hadn’t heard one note he’d played.
They returned to the table, and Lucas put his arm around me right away. “You OK?”
I forced a smile. “Sure.
That was great.” And really fucking annoying.
“We should do that more often, Luc.” Patting his shoulder, Jessica sat down and sipped her water. “I almost forgot how good you are.” She winked at him. “At everything.”
Oh, fuck that.
“I need to use the bathroom.” I lurched to my feet, my jaw tight. “Any idea where it is?”
“I know where it is.” Jessica picked up her clutch from the table and stood. “I’ll go with you.”
Lucas looked as if he wanted to protest, but what could he say? And I’d have rather gone to the bathroom with Jack the Ripper, but I couldn’t think of a polite reason to decline her offer. “OK. I’ll follow you.”
Jessica led the way into the lobby, and I followed her through the ladies room door. Neither of us spoke while we used the stalls, although I kept my lips pressed tightly together to keep from telling her to quit fucking flirting with my boyfriend. If Lucas couldn’t see the way she wanted him, he was the crazy one, not me. And we were going to have a serious conversation about her when we got back to the room. I didn’t want to argue, but I needed to hear him say that he was going to ask her to leave after this weekend, during which he’d stay with me at the hotel.
Then I needed to hear him say dirty things in my ear.
Tie my hands behind my back.
Or maybe my legs to the bedposts.
Were there bedposts on the bed our room? I hadn’t noticed, not even when scrambling across it while he chased me. God, that was so nuts. Picturing it put a smile on my face, and my mood was damn near cheerful as I washed my hands. After drying them off, I found my lip balm in my purse and began reapplying it.
A moment later Jessica came out of her stall and used the sink next to mine. Her lipstick was bright red, so thick it looked shellacked on her lips. Lucas hates lipstick, I felt like telling her.
She noticed me looking at her reflection. For the first time, the phony smile was gone from her face.
In fact, her expression was downright arctic.
And when she opened her mouth, I had a feeling her words would be too.
I decided to strike first. “Is something wrong, Jessica?”
She narrowed her cool blue eyes. “He’ll never marry you. If that’s what you’re hoping.”
It was as if she’d punched me. “What?”
“I know him. He gets like this, all lovey dovey, and you think you’re getting to him. Did he tell you he doesn’t want to get married? That he doesn’t want kids?”
“Yes.” I was too stunned to tell her to fuck off.
“Well, he means it.” She dried her hands on a towel and threw it into the hamper beneath the counter. “We were together for years, and if he didn’t change his mind for me, he won’t change it for you.”
“This is none of your business.” Finally, I’d recovered some of my senses, but she’d touched a nerve.
She faced me. Arched a brow. “He still loves me, you know.”
“You’re crazy.”
“He does. He told me he’ll always love me.”
My stomach churned, and I fought hard to maintain my composure. I’d gain nothing by losing my temper in front of her. “He feels bad about the way things ended,” I said through my teeth. “He’s trying to be a friend to you.”
