Chapter Twelve
Lucy had gotten a change of clothes at the campus - a loose, white cotton shirt, ass-hugging powder blue shorts, and black ankle boots. She wore her silky hair in bunches, which had the effect of making her look both delectably innocent and sluttish at the same time.
She carried a bag of Chinese take-out and a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon.
“Kitchen or coffee table?” she chirped.
“Right here will do,” Nick said from the sofa.
She dumped the food in front of him and headed for the kitchen.
“How are you feeling now?” she asked.
“Good, thanks,” said Nick. What he really wanted to discuss was what had occurred after he had left the previous night, but he was still so ecstatic that he hadn’t lost Lucy, that he didn’t want to risk ruining it.
“I’m famished,” she said, retur
