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“I shouldn’t say.”
“Why? Because I…?” I suspect it’s because I said we can never kiss again. So, I should let it go, not dig any deeper for fear of what I might discover. But I can’t stop myself. “Tell me.”
His lips pull into a half-smile as he leans toward me and whispers, “I learned I like kissing you.”
Heat flares inside me like a bottle rocket launching and bursting into sparkling pinpoints of light. I shouldn’t have asked. All my flirting with Luke has completely backfired.
Not even a week after my abandoned wedding, I am smitten. With Luke.
It’s a bad idea. Risky. Perilous.
I shouldn’t be concerned about my father and his love life. I should be worried about my own heart. But then again, maybe Luke would help me to put guilt over my wedding out of my mind.
CHAPTER 24
Libby
“Libby!” a male voice calls out as I step off the train. Instantly, I recognizethe voiceand almost drop my end of the wedding dress. Thankfully, Luke scoops up the plastic-covered satin and prevents it from scraping along the concrete as I turn to face my ex.
Derek takes in my casual attire.
Then, the dress.
A crease pulls his brows together. “What’s going on?”
“Derek,” I manage, “I thought you were in Ohio,” I counter. “On our honeymoon.”
“It was awkward alone,” he says.
Translate that to mean: he couldn't find a date.
“Did your deal fall through?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer.
“How are you?” Luke says. He seems calmer than my thumping heart.
“Trying to figure out why you’re carrying a wedding dress and escorting my wife.”
“You mean, fiancée?” Luke asks.
“Ex,” I add.
Heads turn in our direction. We block traffic as passengers disembark from the train, bumping into each other while taking in the latest soap opera scene of my life. I gesture toward the exit, not wanting anyone to slap or punch another or for the crowd to start chanting anything.
Luke nods at my suggestion. “Let’s talk outside.”
He walks ahead of us, carrying the dress and providing Derek and me with privacy.
Derek grabs my arm, holding me still. “What are you doing with him?”
I jerk my arm loose from his grip. “I’m helping with a wedding this weekend.”
“Marianne and Trevor’s?”
“No, not that one.”
“Did you forget we’reintheir wedding?” he challenges.
