After breakfast, Griff excused himself to go to the bathroom, exchanging quick looks with Luke as he lumbered away down the hall.
Selena sat alone in a booth, finishing her cup of coffee. She had her back to the bar where Luke had been standing for the past thirty minutes, but she’d been achingly aware of his presence the entire time that she’d consumed the incredible breakfast that he’d made.
To her alarm, there was something almost magnetic about the man, something that crackled with energy, something that connected her to him. She sensed him, felt him, almost tasted him, even when facing away from him. It had been a hellish half-an-hour trying to ignore that tug, that pull, to turn around and let her eyes roam all over his delicious face and body.
Luke ambled over now, approaching ca
