ABIGAIL SAT PROPPED UP against the headboard. She was sore in places unaccustomed to use, but in a good way. Maybe this time, with the right partner, s*x was the answer.
Luke pushed through the door, tip-toeing with the trays of food in hand.
"Hope you're still hungry." He handed over her dinner and she settled it on her thighs.
"It's still hot." Luke shed his pants and slid in next to her.
She was starving. After the day packed with stress, then four rounds of s*x, she could probably eat three times this much.
"Coast Guard?" Luke asked between bites.
"What makes you say that?"
"The way you walk."
"No." She chuckled and ate another bite, but it tasted bitter.
She didn't like lying to Luke, but what choice did she have?
There was no way she could tell him the truth, could she? He
