other as more than friends. We shared stories and pet peeves with each other. Luke told me that he’d always wanted to work for the Dallas PD someday. That he wanted to have kids and threw in that he hoped his daughters would have long red hair. He said the last while twirling the ends of my hair with his finger.
I told him how I’d come up with the idea for my boutique, Indulgence when I was still in college; that I loved fashion and all things pretty, which he pretty much already knew. How I loved to help my friends find just the right look. How that all spiraled into the inception of my store. I told him that I wanted kids too, that I hoped my sons would have dark brown hair. He smiled at that and leaned in to kiss me.
We enjoyed plenty of kisses, some very hot, though neither of us tried to move it along to more intimacy. He held me in his arms when we watched television, made me laugh often and was a constant presence. Each night, I went to my room and Luke went to the guest room alone. With the weight of Nolan’s loss on my heart, I wasn’t able to give into desire fully and I think Luke sensed it. Regardless of our physical restraint, our emotional connection had grown exponentially these past five days.
Today we had to go back to the mortuary and make sure everything was in order. The viewing was scheduled for tonight at six. We had planned to join the guys, Hope, Amber and Luke’s family for an early dinner beforehand.
The funeral was scheduled tomorrow morning at eleven. The restaurant we’d reserved for the catering would deliver food to the McKinney Police Officer’s Association building by noon, plenty of time to set up for the group.
I had several calls to make today to be sure everything was in order. Thankfully, Luke had taken care of everything specific for Nolan, going to my brother’s house to pick out clothes, and making all those arrangements. I knew it would be a difficult couple of days.
Watching Luke, play with the dogs and act so carefree was a great start to what would be a somber day. We shared a quick breakfast of toast, and coffee while the dogs ran around the back yard. Hopefully they would run out their energy, because they’d be stuck in the house for long hours today.
We’d both dressed for the day, Luke looked sexy in dark charcoal flat front trousers with a black dress shirt and black on black tie and me in a black peplum dress with black leather accents on the shoulders and leather ruffle detail around the hem. There was a slim black leather belt that brought it together; I wore four inch black stilettos with a little bows offset at the toe, black stockings, my mother’s pearl necklace and earrings set the look. The jewelry offset the severity of all the black perfectly and was a way to bring my mom along with me today. I had twisted my hair up into a knot at the back nape of my neck and the moment Luke saw me, he frowned.
I looked down for some wrinkle or deodorant stain on my dress, a run in my stockings or even a scuff on the toe of my shoe but nothing was wrong. “What? You don’t like the dress?”
“I love the dress, you look amazing.”
“Then why the frown?” My brows furrowed together as my lips tilted down at the sides.
“Your hair is up.” He was now circling behind me, apparently inspecting my hairdo.
“Yes, I know it is. Why is that a problem?”
“I can’t run my fingers through it. I like to touch it.” He did, he touched it all the time. He ran his fingers through it, played with the ends or twirled it around constantly when we were sitting somewhere together.
A small chuckle escaped my chest just before he leaned in and kissed my glossy red lips. My make-up was light, but I’d gone for a great red lip. I thought it worked with my hair. Of course, when Luke pulled away, I saw that I’d need to reapply because half of the gloss was on his mouth now.
This man was amazing, on one of the most difficult days of my life, I was actually
I told him how I’d come up with the idea for my boutique, Indulgence when I was still in college; that I loved fashion and all things pretty, which he pretty much already knew. How I loved to help my friends find just the right look. How that all spiraled into the inception of my store. I told him that I wanted kids too, that I hoped my sons would have dark brown hair. He smiled at that and leaned in to kiss me.
We enjoyed plenty of kisses, some very hot, though neither of us tried to move it along to more intimacy. He held me in his arms when we watched television, made me laugh often and was a constant presence. Each night, I went to my room and Luke went to the guest room alone. With the weight of Nolan’s loss on my heart, I wasn’t able to give into desire fully and I think Luke sensed it. Regardless of our physical restraint, our emotional connection had grown exponentially these past five days.
Today we had to go back to the mortuary and make sure everything was in order. The viewing was scheduled for tonight at six. We had planned to join the guys, Hope, Amber and Luke’s family for an early dinner beforehand.
The funeral was scheduled tomorrow morning at eleven. The restaurant we’d reserved for the catering would deliver food to the McKinney Police Officer’s Association building by noon, plenty of time to set up for the group.
I had several calls to make today to be sure everything was in order. Thankfully, Luke had taken care of everything specific for Nolan, going to my brother’s house to pick out clothes, and making all those arrangements. I knew it would be a difficult couple of days.
Watching Luke, play with the dogs and act so carefree was a great start to what would be a somber day. We shared a quick breakfast of toast, and coffee while the dogs ran around the back yard. Hopefully they would run out their energy, because they’d be stuck in the house for long hours today.
We’d both dressed for the day, Luke looked sexy in dark charcoal flat front trousers with a black dress shirt and black on black tie and me in a black peplum dress with black leather accents on the shoulders and leather ruffle detail around the hem. There was a slim black leather belt that brought it together; I wore four inch black stilettos with a little bows offset at the toe, black stockings, my mother’s pearl necklace and earrings set the look. The jewelry offset the severity of all the black perfectly and was a way to bring my mom along with me today. I had twisted my hair up into a knot at the back nape of my neck and the moment Luke saw me, he frowned.
I looked down for some wrinkle or deodorant stain on my dress, a run in my stockings or even a scuff on the toe of my shoe but nothing was wrong. “What? You don’t like the dress?”
“I love the dress, you look amazing.”
“Then why the frown?” My brows furrowed together as my lips tilted down at the sides.
“Your hair is up.” He was now circling behind me, apparently inspecting my hairdo.
“Yes, I know it is. Why is that a problem?”
“I can’t run my fingers through it. I like to touch it.” He did, he touched it all the time. He ran his fingers through it, played with the ends or twirled it around constantly when we were sitting somewhere together.
A small chuckle escaped my chest just before he leaned in and kissed my glossy red lips. My make-up was light, but I’d gone for a great red lip. I thought it worked with my hair. Of course, when Luke pulled away, I saw that I’d need to reapply because half of the gloss was on his mouth now.
This man was amazing, on one of the most difficult days of my life, I was actually
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