“What’s with the notebook?”
“Kelsey’s workouts.”
“Kelsey?” He looks over at me. “She the instructor before you?”
“Yeah.”
The car is silent for several minutes. Ordinarily, it wouldn’t bother me, but today it does. “So, grad school, huh?”
I neglected to ask him about his reason for coming back to school this fall. The last I heard, he was going to work for the clinic in Chicago he interned at over the summer.
“Yeah,” he says softly. “Changed my mind about a few things.”
“Oh?” I hadn’t heard about any of this. When I sent Joe a text asking him why Lucky was back, he told me he’d decided on grad school at the last minute. “What kind of changes?”
“We’re here.”
I look up and see the sign for Smith’s Gym and remember why I’m here, and my stomach does a double flip. “I feel sick.”
I feel his hand on my knee and a squeeze, and before I can even look down, it’s gone. “You’re going to be great.”
How the heck does he know?
19
Lucky
“Well? How was it?”It’s a trick question. I watched almost her entire class thanks to the mirrors on the back wall of the gym. She kicked ass, and I mean that.
“I think it was okay.” She’s sweaty but smiling. “Everyone seemed to work up a sweat.” She runs a hand through the front of her hair. “Even me.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“I did.” Her smile is contagious. “I’m ready for that smoothie now.”
When we slide into my car, I wait until she gets buckled in to hand her the smoothie she left in the cupholder. “Thanks.” I watch her take a sip, then a bigger drink. Her throat bobs up and down, and for an instant, all I want to do is wrap her up in my arms and lick and kiss that neck.
But I can’t. Not yet.
“Mm.” Her voice sounds husky.
It’s sexy as hell.
“This is delicious.”
“I’m glad you like it. Lots of protein, and of course potassium, vitamins B6 and C.”
“Nutritious.” She gives me a small smile. I love her little smiles. Maybe even better than her big ones, because the little ones are intended for one person. In this case, it’s me.
As we pull up to our apartment complex, I say, “Same time tomorrow.” It’s not a question.
I feel her hand on my forearm, and I nearly flinch. A jolt of something rushes up my arm. I’ve felt it before with her. Every time we touch, I feel it all through my body. “You don’t need to drive me, Lucky.”
“Told you. You’re doing me a favor. Don’t argue.”
“Bossy,” she mumbles as she reaches for the doorhandle.
“Guilty.”
