SCARLET
If he was going to set up his own rules, I was setting up mine too. Two months was still long, but I wouldn’t discuss it tonight—not in our parents’ house.
“How about we discuss this tomorrow?”
“I don’t like suspense.”
“For your information, we’re in your father’s house. And I’m setting my rules, too!”
His mouth curved in a playful grin. “Finally, a part of Ericka I remember. Let’s see what rules you’ve got, witch.”
God, his smile was to die for; I almost gave in.
I shook my head, then crossed my arms. “One of my rules: Don’t ever call me witch again.”
I strolled back to the pool and stood by the edge. Luke had barely called me by my first name, and he had called me a witch several times. I didn’t know if it was because I looked like a witch to him. I wasn’t his type.
Luke
