Page 42 of Such A Good Guy

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Luke himself walk in the door.

As Ignatius pored over the wine menu, I made slashing motions violently against my throat, shaking my head at Luke to make sure he knew I did not want him to come closer.

At first, he didn’t understand, striding over with those long legs, thinking I was in danger, but when I whipped my head around violently, and pointed outside, my chipped manicured fingers stabbing the air, he frowned, and then sat in the table directly behind us, so Ignatius couldn’t see him.

Oh, why the fuck did he always have to be like this?

I tried to find something, anything to eat that sounded remotely appealing, trying not to look at Luke’s lean body angled toward me.

When I glanced over, for once he didn’t have the bright grin on his face, but his lips were curved down in a frown still as his tanned hand rubbed his chin.

He was looking at me and glaring.

Well, I had done nothing wrong.

I picked up my phone.

Go away,I texted him angrily.

His hand reached for his phone as soon as he heard the ding, his eyes scanning the words rapidly.

No, he texted back, and I tried to look away from the motions of those long, strong fingers.

Why not?I wrote rapidly.

You know why not

I flipped the phone over and Ignatius looked surprised.

“Is something wrong?” he asked considerately, his hand reaching over, just barely, to brush my fingertips.

Then a lot of things seemed to happen at once.

Ignatius was punched in the face and thrown to the ground.

And Luke picked me up, my breasts over his shoulder, belly on his chest, and he walked me out the door to his car.

By the time I started kicking him and pounding my fists on his back, he had already opened the driver’s side door and put me carefully but firmly in the seat.

Then he got in the car and we took off down the dark streets.

“Where are you taking me?” I said, trying to remain calm as panic spiked through me.

“Do you love me yet?” he asked as he pulled off down a dark street where all the buildings were shadowed and the windows darkened.

“No, I don’t love you!” I said firmly, clutching my seatbelt and trying to undo it with trembling fingers.

“Iloveyou,” he said, turning to me, his eyes gleaming in the dark. “I love you so much, Luna. This whole tour is for you, because I heard you say you wanted to visit Canada once.”

He started to move toward me and I fumbled at my seatbelt, finally unlocking it as he moved the console aside with a sharp snap.

“Stay away from me,” I ordered, my fingers twisting back for the lock.

But he put his hand behind me and gently moved my arm from the door.

“Calm down, angel. It’s for your own good.”

I started to shove at his chest, push him away from me, but Luke was too powerful, with a lean, feral strength that frightened me.

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