Page 67 of From Angel to Rogue

He nodded. “Are you sure it’s something you can do? This isn’t a job where you can put up a schedule to manage and make phone calls to fix problems. Every day is going to be different.”

“I know,” I muttered. I was so scared—terrified even, but the thought of Luka being there all alone when he could be with me, with us, killed me. I wanted little Luka to experience the childhood he deserved. It was something I’d always wanted and just because I couldn’t do it on my own doesn’t mean I couldn’t be a mother to someone else.

“Okay,” he said in a sure tone that I almost thought I heard him wrong.

My eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yes, that’s what I said,” he replied. His face gave nothing away, but his eyes shone with promise, and I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time.Excitement.

“Thank you,” I whispered earnestly.

He nodded as he got to his feet in a smooth, casual motion. “Come on, then.”

I frowned as I watched him walk away.

“Come where?”

He looked over his shoulder. “You wanted me to meet him. So let’s go.”

“But…but he lives in Iona.”

“Then let’s go to Iona,” he said.

“What?” I jumped to my feet. “Now? But I haven’t told them I’ll be coming.”

“Stop stalling Katy, let’s go. Unless…” He narrowed his eyes. “You have something to do.”

“No.” I shook my head as I hurried over to him. “No, I don’t have anything to do,” I whispered just an inch away from him. I had to tilt my chin to meet his eyes. Lan was six four and even at my height, I only came up to his mid-chest. Without my usual heels, I felt like I’d gone back in time to being a teenager looking up at him from this perspective.

“Great, let’s go,” he muttered, his eyes roaming over my face before he turned and headed out the door without even wasting another second.

I panicked internally. I wasn’t dressed, I wasn’t prepared. How the hell were we even going and what about my shoes?

But I halted those derailing thoughts before they could get any further. Overanalyzing and overthinking was part of your previous job, Katy. You don’t have to worry about things like that anymore; worry about what the world, society, or people think about you.

It’s okay not to have a plan and do spontaneous things.

Trusting Lan, I quickly slid into some Nike Air Forces and rushed out to the corridor.

Lan had his back turned to me while he waited for the elevator. He slid me a glance just as I came to a stop beside him, and I gave him a small smile to which he just stared without saying anything.

I felt so shy all of a sudden as I tucked my hair behind my ear and averted my gaze.

Lan never uttered another word as he led the way to the level two basement parking zone that was private for the band and our family.

I watched wide-eyed as he slung his jean-clad leg over his Ducati V4 monster in an effortless move and hiked his biker mask over the lower half of his face, hiding his beautiful lips and carved jawline.

His eyes landed on me and he waited for a second while I just stood there without blinking.

“So do you plan on getting on?” he asked, raising a brow.

Lan knew very well I never got on his death machine. I was terrified of it.

“On your bike?” I hiccuped.

“Yes,” he deadpanned.

“But I’m wearing a dress,” I complained, waving to myself. “Can we get a car or something?”

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