It should have been awkward to bustle around the kitchen, rustling up dinner after the experience they’d just shared, but strangely, it wasn’t. Again Margot found herself enjoying the process, getting out the chicken breasts, simmering them with the sauce Lucas had bought. Maybe Rachel McAllister would have tisk-tisked at using something pre-made like that, but Margot had to admit that it did really speed up the process.
Lucas brought the mostly empty bottle of wine in from the living room, and they finished it off while she cooked, finding herself lightheaded, but not really tipsy. No, it wasn’t the wine that made her feel giddy. It was Lucas Wilcox.
She knew she shouldn’t be feeling this way. Bad enough that they’d had s*x, but s*x was something you could walk away from, no strings att
