48. Lucas. [Part 3]
I gather my courage, lace my fingers together on his chest and rest my chin there. Then I look at him, smiling as I say, “In two weeks we’re going back to Texas.” “In two weeks we’re going back to Texas,” he repeats my words with tenderness, as if moved by my excitement. “I can’t wait to see Cass.” “And she’s crazy to see you, babe.” Becket has gone to visit her three times in the last six months, the last time he stayed with her for two weeks. I missed him so much, but I was also happy that his moments with Cass seemed to grow stronger every day. “God, I miss Autumn, Rose, Miguel… Hank!” “Careful,” he says playfully, a warning gleam in his eyes, accompanied by a pinch on my hip that makes me jump. “I miss them all!” I exclaim, thrilled at the thought of going back. Because of the
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