Page 38 of The Hookup
“What’sit?”
“Love.”
“Who’s looking for love?”
“Do you want to be Good-Time-Kay for ever?”
She huffed out an angry breath, not liking the way even her cousin was perceiving her. “That nickname was because I liked to party. I’d go out and have fun. It didn’t necessarily mean I ended up making out with everyone.” She wasn’t that kind of woman. Not entirely. She didn’t readily jump into every man’s bed.
“I’m sorry,” said Savannah, reaching out and tugging at her sleeve. “I hate seeing you get hurt all the time. I just meant that it youdomeet someone, then playing hard to get might not be such a bad thing. You give too much of yourself, too soon.”
“I’m going to lower my expectations, and be more like you.” Her mouth fell open as she understood how that must have sounded. “I didn’t mean—”
“I know.” Savannah smiled. “I know what you meant. I had this life plan all worked out, and it was only ever me and Jacob in it.” She placed a hand over her stomach and sat back. “And now, I have so much more to be thankful for. Somedays it still seems like a dream.”
“Rub some of that magic love potion on me,” Kay begged, half-joking.
“Here, you go, ladies.”
Shit on a fiddlestick.
He’d heard.
His cornflower blue eyes seemed to see right through her, touching her deep within, making her feel and think things she had never done before. As intense as his gaze was she couldn’t look away.
“A virgin mocktail, and a cocktail for you,” he said, putting down two cocktail glasses.
“But I’m not drinking cocktails—” She started to say.
“Sorry. My mistake.”
“It was.”
His eyebrows pushed together, as if he wasn’t quite sure what she was alluding to. “Then I’ll get you something else,” he said, with a smile, “only, you seemed to like it the last time.”
Her mind battled to figure out if it was innuendo, or if he was talking about the cocktail. She lifted the glass and examined it. It was the same one he’d made for her on the island. The one he always made for her. “They should rename it to Kitchen Table,” she said, dryly.
Savannah seemed pre-occupied with her cell phone, and appeared not to have heard.
“I like it,” said Luke. “A Slow Comfortable Screw Against The Kitchen Table.”
She wasn’t sure if he was intentionally trying to humiliate her, and as such, she didn’t know whether to slap him or throw the cocktail at his face. “It wouldn’t beagainst, it would beover,” she retorted, and then cringed at her pathetic comeback.
“You’re right,” he said, nodding, his eyes dancing with amusement.
“What are you two talking about?” asked Savannah, putting away her phone.
“Nothing,” Kay replied, feeling flustered. He seemed to always leave her in some sort of negative state, flustered, or empty, or just unsettled.
He was like a storm barreling into her life, and leaving just as fast, after he had wreaked havoc with her mind and body.
Chapter 13
He’d assumed she would appreciate the cocktail, but apparently Kay was still pissed off with him.
Post-coital disappointment seemed to linger around her. Yes, he had been greedy, and yes, he had failed to satisfy her, but seriously? Did she need to hold the grudge for this long?
She and Savannah looked to be deep in conversation. Twice he’d gone up to their table and twice he’d caught the tail end of their conversation. It had been worth it, though, to see the look of embarrassment on Kay’s face.
