…SOREN…
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Lukas was already there when I walked into the A+list bar. He was sitting in our usual corner booth, two glasses of whiskey waiting. He raised his glass when he saw me.
“Well, look who’s not dead,” he drawled. “For a man who’s supposedly sick, you look suspiciously alive.”
I huffed out a laugh, sliding into the booth across from him. “Guess the rumors of my demise were exaggerated.”
If only Lukas knew I faked it just to get Riley to come in, he'd lose his goddamn mind.
“You’re a terrible liar. ‘Working from home,’ my ass.”
He shrugged, grinning. “Here. Drink up.”
We clinked glasses. The whiskey burned going down, sharp and smoky, but for the first time in weeks, I could drink peacefully. Life has been amazing since she arrived, I hate to admit.
Lukas studied me for a
