SCARLET
Luke pulled away from one of our longest kisses and whispered, “I hate to break it to you, but I kinda have someone to talk to. This won’t take long, I promise.”
I frowned. “Do you often have a meeting at this hour? It’s seven-thirty.”
“Mm.” He pressed a quick kiss on my lips. “Will you wait for me here?”
“Where would I go?”
“Don’t walk out on me again, please.”
I chuckled. “Okay.”
Whenever I was in the same room as him, I tended to lose myself, like there was no point in resisting. It was frustrating. He didn’t even get to tell me about Stacy. All I got was his reputation for being honest—or maybe he was just like me. He wasn’t ready to share this part of his life, just as I wasn’t ready to tell him about my past.
It shouldn’t be a big deal for him. Our relationship would
