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“Should I be somewhere else?” he asks, a playful smile on his face and I shake my head.

“You know, now that you mention it, I think this is exactly where you should be.”

“Good to know. Are you hungry? I was hoping I could take you out to lunch.”

“I’m starving,” I answer and he crosses the office until he’s leaning over me as I sit in my chair.

“Can I steal you away for an hour?”

I purse my lips as I meet his eyes. “Only if you kiss me first.”

“Well, I don’t know, Miss Dawson… that’s a difficult request.”

“Difficult to kiss me?” I ask, arching a brow. “I’m offended.”

He shakes his head and leans in until his lips gently brush against mine. “No, difficult to stop kissing you once I start.”

I'm reminded of the other night when he dropped me off after our date and the ten minutes we spent making out on my front porch like a couple of teenagers before Alice interrupted us.

“Good answer.”

His lips stretch into a smile against mine before he leans down and steals a kiss. My entire body relaxes at his touch like my soul is letting out the most content sigh and I reach up to grip his shirt, hoping to hold onto the feeling forever.

A throat clearing interrupts us and I jerk back. Lucas licks his lips and slowly turns to look at the doorway as I follow his gaze. Willa flashes me a knowing, indulgent smile and a quirked brow.

“I was just going to go grab lunch if you don’t need anything else.”

I shake my head. “No, I’m good.”

“I bet you are,” she mutters under her breath and I shoot her a look as she winks and leaves the room. Lucas laughs and his breath brushes against my ear.

“She’s going to be impossible to rein in after she gets back.”

“Regretting your decision to kiss me at work?”

I turn and meet his gaze, smiling softly. “Never.”

“Good,” he answers, standing up and holding his hand out to me. “Ready for lunch?”

I nod and grab my purse from under the desk before grabbing his hand. He pulls me out of my chair and wraps his arm around my waist before slipping his hand into the back pocket of my jeans.

“So, is there anything good around here?” he asks as we step outside and I nod as I lock the office door.

“Yeah, there’s a deli on the next block over that has the best sandwiches,” I say, pointing to the right before turning left. “Or, there’s a burger place down there that I love.”

He takes my hand and laces our fingers together. “What are you in the mood for?”

“Let’s go to the deli.”

He pulls me into his side as we turn for the deli. “So, how’s your day?”

“Busy.”

“But good?” he asks and I nod.

“Yeah. What about you? I haven’t seen you in a couple days.”

He smiles and arches a brow. “Miss me?”