(Lucas’ POV)
I watched Lucinda walk away on shaky legs and wanted so badly to go to her. But I couldn’t. I knew d*mn right well she wouldn’t allow that. She's far too independent, which was so d*mn attractive, yet so d*mn frustrating. Besides, there were other people here, and I didn't want to get the gossip mongers started.
Then there’s also the fact that I still need to figure this f*ckin’ puzzle out about who she is. I mean, if I’m right, then there are more issues here than just some minor claustrophobia. As bad as I feel after seeing her panic, I can’t forget that she may just be the mysterious Tracey Anne Moore.
How the h*ll did my life get so d*mned complicated, anyway? Maybe Cody's right, maybe I should just say to h*ll with it and let it all go. If she’s in hiding for some rea
