Damn it. I thought this was working. I guess not. Mimicking her move, I scoot to the edge of the sofa, but I’m unable to push myself up. I try, but it hurts too damn much. “Here,” she says, stepping over to me. “Let me help you up.”
Taking my good arm, she helps support me as I use my legs to stand. When I’m on my feet, I look down at her. “Becklyn?” My voice is pretty much a whisper.
“Yeah?”
Bending down, I get as close as I can without actually doing something she won’t understand. I place my hand on her neck. My fingers are touching those sexy curls, and my thumb is resting below her chin. “Sometimes a kiss is the answer.”
Without missing a beat, she asks, “What was the question?”
I swear she’s holding her breath as I say, “Babe. Take my car keys.” Hell, I’m not sure why I’m avoiding her question. Maybe it’s because she’s not ready to hear what I’ve got to say. To be safe, I’m just going to shelve the whole subject.
“Take your car keys?”
“I can’t drive. Not for several weeks. So, take the keys.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. I’m not using it. I don’t like you catching the bus that early in the morning. Plus, if I need something, you can run out and get it for me.” I give her my best smile. “You’d be doing me a favor.”
Becklyn stares at me for a bit. “Fine.” Her sigh is one I’ve heard so many times, it’s sort of endearing now.
“Great.”
Walking her to the door. I’m still tempted to kiss her but decide to hold off. The next time I kiss my girl, it’s going to be the one that seals the deal.
27
Becklyn
The secondI step into my apartment, my phone chimes.
Lucky:Hey, will you pick me up some milk tomorrow?
The urge to growl is strong. Why do I get the feeling that taking his car keys is going to be the worst thing I’ve ever done?
Lucky:2% please. There’s some cash in the glove box. Use that.
He leaves money in his car? That’s not smart.
Me:You shouldn’t leave money in your car. Someone could break in and take it.
Lucky: I’m Lucky Ganetti. Everyone knows my car. Who’d fuck with it?
True. Like I said, people think he’s got ties to the underworld.
He doesn’t.
Me: Anything else, your highness?
Lucky:Not right now, but if I think of anything, I’ll let you know.
Lucky: Wait. Yes. Bread. Whole wheat. I’ll send you a link to the kind I like.
Lucky: And a tomato. For my bread.
Lucky: Cheese. Sliced.
Lucky:American
