Page 6 of Lucas & Melissa Falling in Love
“Call it a sixth sense I have about people. That, and your expressive face.”
“I don’t have an expressive face. What are you talking about? I’m a master at the poker face. People tell me on a regular basis they would never play poker with me.” I would have gone on but he held up a hand in surrender.
“I get it. But today’s different. You’re vulnerable. And I’m—”
I sighed in disgust at myself because he was right.
“I know, I know. Today is a low point. I’m not myself.” I may as well admit it. Accept it. Run with it.
“Or maybe today youareyourself.”
I scoffed and refused to think about his ridiculous suggestion.
He took a right at the next corner and we were almost there. I felt a tightening in my chest and I wasn’t sure why the prospect of seeing Margo and George had me palpitating like a southern belle. They’re my best friends, supportive always.
But since when have I ever needed their support? Sure, they let me cry on their shoulders when my cat died and they listen to me regularly when I rail about men—or the lack of any good ones left in the entire city—except for the one they’re hoping to fix me up with tonight.
I sucked in a breath and spoke fast.
“I’m going to Margo and George’s place for a holiday get-together. Do you want to join us?”
He stared at me for an age with those blue eyes, like he was traveling inside me, down to my soul to find all the intent and feeling behind my words, to measure me before answering. Most men would have jumped at the invitation without a blink, in my experience.
There was a clue in that, but I couldn’t figure out what the clue was because my brain was starved for oxygen. I was holding my breath until he gave me his answer to my shocking invitation.
