FIONA’S POV
I smiled. “Well maybe that’s true. So why do you live alone?”
He shrugged. “Nothing. I just like to have my own space.”
A waiter came by with a glass of wine and Lucas picked two and handed me one.
I collected it and took a sip. I had no idea what kind of wine it was, and I didn’t ask.
“Your mum doesn’t seem to be the taking it well.” I said looking back at his mum who was still talking to her guests. “She misses you, so does your sister.”
“Well she has had me for eighteen years.” He said. “She’ll get used to it and Lucinda still had me around. I still try my best to come around.”
“So what does your house look like?” I asked him.
“Don’t worry about it, you’ll see it.” He said.
I looked up. “When?”
“Maybe tonight.” He whispered darkly to my hair and I felt my stomach d
