Come Away with Me (With Me in Seattle, #1)(37)

“Because it’s important to remember to be in the moment. It can be over so fast.”

“And why on your left side?”

“Because it’s close to my heart.”

He kisses my forehead and runs his fingers up and down my back, soothing me.

“Can I ask a question about them?”

God, when he whispers like that, he can ask me anything he wants!

“Of course.”

“What happened to them?”

I sigh and kiss his chin. “They were killed in a plane crash about three years ago. My dad used to fly, and he had a small plane that they would use to take weekend trips in.”

“That’s an expensive hobby.”

“Yeah, he could afford it.” I take a deep breath and look up into Luke’s relaxed eyes. “I think I mentioned the other day that he was a high profile lawyer.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, he was good at it. He did very well, and when they died together, I was the only beneficiary.”

“Hey, I wasn’t asking you about your financial situation.” He grazes my cheek with the backs of his fingers.

“I know.” I shrug. “Anyway, they were going down to Mexico for the weekend. I was supposed to go with them.”

Luke’s arms tighten around me and I run my fingers through his chest hair.

“I decided at the last minute to stay home because I had finals at school the following week.”

“I’m so sorry.” He’s resting his lips on my forehead now, and I’m curled into him, absorbing his strength, his heat.

“They must have been amazing people.”

“Why do you say that?” I lean back and search his blue eyes.

“Because you’re amazing, baby.”

Geez, charming doesn’t even begin to describe this man.

“They were amazing,” I whisper. “I know that my dad always wanted me to be something

grander

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photographer, like a doctor, or a lawyer, or go into finance; something that would make a lot of money. But you know what?”

“What?”

“Neither of them even batted an eye when I said I was going to take pictures for a living. They just loved me. They just wanted me to be happy.

“My dad’s job was ruthless and demanding, and he could be a complete * in the courtroom. I went and watched him once, and I didn’t even recognize him. He almost scared me.

“But when he was home, he was so gentle. He was a big man, tall, with big hands. And he always smelled like fabric softener and coffee. And even when I was grown, he would let me curl up in his lap and hold me.”

Luke swallows hard.

“What?” I ask.

“You don’t have anyone to take care of you anymore.”

“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time, honey. Even when my parents were still here.”

He briefly closes his eyes and clenches his jaw, as if he’s angry, or frustrated. What did I say?

He leans in and sweeps his lips across mine, slipping me beneath him, and gently, tenderly, makes love to me.





Chapter Thirteen


I wake alone on the couch. A light blanket covers me, and I’m still naked from Luke’s lovemaking. My skin feels sensitive and warm under the blanket. I could curl up and sleep here all night.

Wow. I’ve never had gentle, sweet, loving sex before, and I must admit, there’s a lot to be said for it.

I sit up and stretch, looking around the great room. It’s dark outside now, surprising me. How long was I asleep?

Heavenly aromas are coming from the kitchen, but Luke’s not in it. I stand and wrap the blanket around me and go to find him.

As I stroll toward the kitchen, I can hear Luke talking and look out on the deck. He’s sitting on the loveseat, talking on the phone. I turn to go upstairs and have a shower to give him privacy, but then I hear my name and I can’t help but stop to hear what he’s saying.

“You’ll like her.”

Must be his family?

“No, Samantha, it’s not like that.

She’s different. I wouldn’t be bringing her to mom and dad’s if that were the case. Look, I just wanted to give you a heads up that I’m bringing her with me tomorrow. I’ve already talked to mom and she’s excited to meet her. Do not play the over protective big sister tomorrow. Please.”

I can’t help but smile.

“I’m serious, Sam. Be nice. I love you too. See you tomorrow.”

He ends the call and runs his hands through his hair, standing to come inside and sees me inside the doorway. I give him a small smile, taking in his disheveled handsomeness in his faded jeans and white shirt.

“Overprotective sister, huh?”

“You have no idea.”

“I can hold my own, Mr. Williams.”

He joins me inside and I open the blanket so he can slide his arms around my waist, and I wrap the blanket around his back.

“I know, but she can be ruthless. Sam and I have always been particularly close because we’re less than two years apart in age. She has a history of thinking she needs to protect me, so just don’t be surprised if she’s a little cool toward you tomorrow.”