wanted to be. He was already the guy she wanted. There would be no beating his head against the wall, trying over and over to guess what she wanted and needed, bending over backwards constantly…
He stopped those thoughts as he felt the tension building in his shoulders. That was the past. This was now. This was Kat and it was—perfect.
She was chewing her bottom lip. “That’s a really small space for an extended period of time.”
“And pj’s are optional,” he added.
That got a little smile. Then she sighed. “On a trip like that we’re going to get to know each other really well.”
“We already know each other really well.”
“But I mean really well.” She didn’t look especially thrilled by that.
“Don’t worry if you snore or something,” he teased. “As long as you sleep naked, I’ll forgive anything.”
That did not get a smile. “Yeah, snoring,” she said with an eye roll. “Look, I’ve got the time and energy for sex. Not sure about the whole relationship thing. How about we go to Omaha for the weekend or something? I promise lots of naked uninterrupted time there.”
The constant talk about naked time was making it hard to ignore that she’d asked him to lay her back on his desk. Which was about six steps away.
He frowned. “Well, that’s the deal, dammit. Nashville. RV. Spending time together. A relationship. Not just a weekend of sex.”
Her eyebrows went up. “You sound really sure about that.”
“I am.”
“Okay,” she said with a little shrug. “I guess there’s nothing I can do to change your mind.” She patted his cheek then turned and headed into the restaurant.
Shaking his head, he went ahead and appreciated the view from behind as she walked away from him.
Great. He’d been waiting to see her, to get her enthusiastic reaction to the trip together and she showed up wanting nothing more than a quickie on his desk.
He wasn’t sure he could last another day without knowing that they were moving forward. It sounded ridiculous, but it had already been iffy. Something was clearly happening between them, but she said she could only do sex. Well, sex wasn’t what he was missing in his life. He wanted more. A lot more. More as in babies and anniversaries and in-sickness-and-in-health.
And she was the one he wanted it with.
He wasn’t the most patient guy when it came to getting what he wanted. Something had to give. Soon.
He got busy making the rounds, greeting friends and guests, chatting about the upcoming town festival and making sure everyone was happy and taken care of. But his attention was never far from Kat. It was almost like he couldn’t help looking over periodically to see where she was, who she was with and what she was doing.
He watched her move, watched her laugh, watched her cross her legs on the barstool, then watched her slide into a booth across from Sabrina, her skirt pulling up on her thigh as she moved across the seat. Then she waved at someone across the restaurant and that made his heart beat as fast as the tight skirt.
Everyone in the restaurant welcomed conversation with her. She had grown up here and, in spite of her different way of dressing and doing her hair and makeup, everyone loved her. She was their doctor and a hometown girl. The fact that she fit here, that she was comfortable, accepted, was just one of the many reasons that Luke knew she was the one for him. Whoever he shared his life with would share all of this too—his work, his place in the community, The Camelot.
The Camelot was so much more than work or a paycheck to him. He’d known in high school that he wanted to have a business in Justice, but he’d wanted it to be big, important, something everyone wanted and needed. He and Marc did more than feed people, they gave them a place where they felt comforted, cared for—a place where they all belonged.
His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out, still watching Kat as she texted someone. He glanced
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