Luke rubbed a hand over his chest, convinced for a second there that his heart just might have stopped beating. A solid thunk thunk pulsed at his fingertips. Well. At least his heartbeat was back on board. In fact, it now did the opposite and kicked faster than ever.
A smile wobbled his lips; his mood lifted. Agathe Santos might not have called him, but she sure as hell stood mere meters away now, her eyes unblinking, his stunned deer stuck in the path of an eighteen-wheeler.
A million nagging questions ravaged his mind. She’d never let him know why her passionate veneer had shattered at the prospect of making love. Had it been something about him? Or maybe some broader issue? Then again, she hadn’t even let him drive her home the next day, let alone speak to her on the phone. Maybe the
