CHAPTER 19
THE ROAR OF the Porsche’s engine drowned out anything I might have wanted to say as we rode back to Luke’s place, making the silence more bearable. Was I doing the right thing? Head battled heart, but neither had much to lose at that point. If nothing else, I could rest for a few days then head north as I’d originally planned.
Luke took my hand again as he led me from the car. Sweaty palms. Caused by his dash through the station, or nerves? I was getting used to his touch, and while old me would have stepped back and glared, new me took a deep breath and swallowed. Relax, Ash. Grasshoppers invaded my stomach as he fitted his key in the front door. When I left on Sunday, I’d expected to come back but not under these circumstances.
“Have you eaten?” Luke asked.
I shook my head
