Dangerous Secrets (Tall, Dark & Deadly #2)(14)

Her lashes fluttered to her cheeks as she absorbed the pressure of his lips with warm acceptance. Oh god, she had missed him. He made her feel so much, so deeply, and no matter how it scared her, she needed this, needed him.

“Luke?” she whispered, not sure it wasn’t a dream.

His lips quirked. “Expecting someone else? We’re about to land. I didn’t want the jolt to scare you.”

“Um,” she said forcing herself to move away from him and sit up. “Thanks.”

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Better,” she said, the funny feeling in her stomach now gone. “A lot better. I’ve never handled sleep deprivation well. It just about killed me in law school. I guess I should thank you for being my pillow.”

“Then I guess I owe you the same thank you,” he said. “I fell asleep, too.”

They’d slept curled up together like a couple and clearly she’d slept like a baby. She turned to the window, the runway fast approaching. They were almost home all right, and most definitely out of one-night-stand-land, she knew that now. She wasn’t pretending otherwise. But she needed some time to process it, to figure out what it meant, and how to respond. She’d never let herself consider going where she seemed to be headed with Luke. She either had to dare to let it happen or she had to shut it down. Both had consequences she had to consider, especially with Lauren being her only close friend, her only family. Luke was about to be her family as well.

Once they were off the plane, Julie tried to make her escape, but Luke didn’t let it happen. He was with her at baggage claim and with her in the cab line.

When a car pulled forward, she turned to say goodbye to Luke, only to find him giving both her bag and his to the driver. “You live across town from me,” she said.

“I’m coming by your place to check things out,” he said. “Just to be safe.”

“I’m going to my office.”

“After you stop by your house, right?”

“Yes,” she admitted reluctantly.

“Then let me check it out just to be safe.”

She considered arguing, but it was a problem she hadn’t considered. Her house being dangerous. Someone there, waiting on her, to make her dead like they had Elizabeth. She slid into the car without complaint.

“You’re making me paranoid,” she whispered when they were on the road.

“You said you were already feeling paranoid.”

“You’re making it worse.”

“Come stay the night with me.”

She laughed. “Right. Like that would raise some eyebrows. You live in a private building with your two brothers and Lauren.”

“They all know we have something between us.”

“I’m not staying with you tonight.”

“Fine then,” he said. “I’ll sleep on your couch.”

“You’re not sleeping on my couch.”

“We can talk about it later.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” she insisted.

“You’re right. There isn’t.”

“Luke–”

He kissed her, stealing her words with a hot caress of his tongue. “Stop doing that,” she ordered, pressing her hands against his chest and wishing he’d do it again.

“Is that what you really want?”

“It’s what’s smart.”

“Says who?” he challenged.

“Probably the cab driver.”

“There’s a glass and we’re G-rated compared to what he sees on an average night in Manhattan. I want to know what you want.”

“This isn’t like the last time,” she said.

“No,” he agreed. “I’m here to stay.”

“And you’re about to be Lauren’s brother-in-law.”

“Which means what?”

“We’re complicated.”

“What in life isn’t?”

Her brows dipped. “You have an answer for everything, don’t you?”

“Except how to get you to admit you want me to kiss you again.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to. I said it wasn’t smart.”

He kissed her again. “Seems pretty smart to me.” He pulled her close. “Feels pretty smart to me, too.”

Her hand settled on his chest, his name a whisper on her lips. “Luke.”

He smiled and kissed her again. “I know. The cab driver.” He released her and gently stroked hair from her eyes. “Seems like we have a lot to talk about later.”

She sunk back into her seat and didn’t reply. She had never been so confused in her life. One minute she thought hopping back into the bed was the right answer. The next, she thought it was the completely wrong answer. The truth was, she didn’t know what to do about Luke, but she had to do something.

***

A few minutes later, they were at her apartment door. Julie pushed it open, and they stepped inside. Luke tugged both of their bags in the door and leaned them against the wall. Cici, her white oriental shorthair cat, was instantly up the three steps to the foyer at Luke’s feet, purring and rubbing all over him. “I think she missed me,” he said, bending down to pet the cat.