Lucas swallowed as his gaze drifted down her supple legs hugged by her jeans. His hands itched to touch her. He was certain his advances would be rejected with a resounding slap and it might actually be worth it. At least then she would have to look at him. She had gone pale since he appeared losing the healthy blush that graced her face all day. He wanted to see it again.
If only she’d yell at him, curse him, slap him, anything to show him the spirited vision he followed all day was still there. It couldn’t be that his presence was enough to destroy it. She was stronger than that. She had to be. If she wasn’t she never would have been able to stand up to Madeline in that crowd of harpies.
“Auntie Ruth! We saw sea lions today!” Zoe happily chatted. “And tigers and monkeys! And we got to
